A/N: Yes. It's been a while, and I'm practically INUNDATED with AP stuff, but guess what? I'm a Senior! And I signed up for those classes on my own, so yes, Jimmy Buffet. It's my own fault.

Here goes...

Later that day…

x Shocker. A total non-sequitor from Klaus. Since when does he stare off in space? Has Prufrock turned him batty already? How is it that he's been driven insane in only two days? Why am I still asking myself questions when I don't know the answer? I fear for his health.

o "Slip Isadora a note." I've never really been one to disagree with Vi, but I don't think she understands how hard it really is to think up something coherent to write. My brain feels like a Coke slushie at the thought of her, and I can't get past the feeling that I'll be rejected and make things all the more awkward between us.

Hmm. What if...

"Come on, Dun," Klaus begged of his friend. "If you don't do it now, what other option do I have?"

"Speak," suggested Duncan. "Pull it together, man. Mush-brain or not, that's what I'd do. I know you're…ah…you seem to be…not all there, as it were, but you should at least try. She's had all her shots, I swear," he added dryly, in an effort to try and motivate Klaus.

Klaus, however, knew for a fact that he wasn't to proud to beg, and Duncan, though adamant about Klaus' whole, crazy idea, must have seen it in his face, because he sighed and finally acquiesced to Klaus' request.

"All right," said Duncan. "I'll take it."

"Thanks so much!" said Klaus enthusiastically. "You seriously don't know what this has saved me."

Duncan hazarded a guess. "Your dignity?"

"Actually, yes."

Later that evening…

It was a familiarity, a comfort, the last routine Isadora had been able to salvage, as if from the wreckage of her former home. She always liked reflecting on her day before she finally allowed unconsciousness to win her over. She opened her journal, extracted her pen from her satchel, and began to write.

x So, things have officially gotten weird around here…really, weird between me and Klaus. I'm not sure whether he knows this or not, but it's about time I told him the truth…

A/N: HomiGod. WHAT WILL SHE SAY?...well, I have to figure that out myself. Since this installment is REALLY short, I'll try to post another tomorrow or, at the latest, by the time the week's out. I'll be at Guard Camp Tuesday and Wednesday and at a Fahrenheit Clinic in St. Cloud on Saturday, so, needless to say, it's gotten busy. More later!

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