Placing his hands behind his head, Jimmy lay comfortably on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Goddard stood just beside him and waited for Jimmy to speak. "You ready, Goddard?" Jimmy asked his robotic dog. "Begin to write down the following," Instead of writing in a journal like most teenagers, - all Jimmy had to do was speak and Goddard would write it all down in a text notepad saved in his harddrive.
Goddard nodded his head, and with a sigh, Jimmy began his entry for the day.

Diary,
I often wonder how things would differ from the way things are if Cindy Vortex were still here.
I wonder if either of us would have come clean with our true feelings by now, since the good-bye letter Cindy wrote for me would not exist. I wonder if our differences would continue to come between us.
When would we finally realize that we were both deeply in love with each other? Even if that does sound crazy, especially since we were so young.
I wonder, if neither of us ever confessed our feelings to the other, would we have eventually grown out of them and fallen for someone else? Would I have never known that Cindy felt this strongly for me? Will I ever see Cindy's beautiful face again? Will I be able to tell her how I feel? Is she alive? Is she okay?
These questions are the author of my insomnia, that much I know for sure. Ever since Cindy disappeared, I haven't been able to sleep as well. It feels as though a piece of me has gone away - life has almost been unbearable for me. Not just the fact that I might not see her again, but having no closure... It's like a constant hole in my chest. She will go without knowing that I love her, she will go without knowing that so many people miss her, she will go without ever resting her hand gentle in my palm, she will go without my lips ever touching hers. Goddard, - it's just too much! I'm driving myself insane! Does she still love me? Does she ever have any second thoughts about running away? Does she miss her home? Her old school? Her childhood friends? I want ANSWERS!
That's the thing about me, Goddard. I am a man of questions and answers, I always have been. I have a question, I use my lab to seek out the answer. I've always been able to do it - until now. These are different kinds of questions for different kinds of answers.
It seems like as the days go on, my love for her only grows, and my longing to be with her.. Ugh..

Goddard paused to watch his owner, rub his nose with the back of his hand and turn his back to him. No soon after this, the room would be greeted by a series of light sniffles, and the young genius' shoulders began to tremble. Goddard could do nothing but leap onto the bed and curl up beside Jimmy's back.

Sorry this was short. More coming VERY soon!