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A/N: I know this chapter really isn't that good. At least, I don't like it. Hopefully the readers don't mind it.

Tuesday, November/?/1974

Dear Diary,

At about 10:30 this morning I found Janet Weiss sleeping in the forest near where the castle was only days ago. I'd only gone outside for a bit of fresh air!

I quickly realized that she wore only the 'floorshow' outfit from that strange night and a tattered grey dressing gown.

Carefully, I shook her shoulders. "Janet?"

"Hmm?" she muttered, slowly opening her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

To my confusion (and annoyance) she burst into tears. "Oh! I can't bring myself to face my family or Brad or anyone I've ever known! Since I come from a good family, I shouldn't do such things. Now I've disgraced them!"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't be silly. This is 1974, not 1874! Who cares if you aren't 'innocent' anymore?"

"My family cares! And so do I..."

Trying very hard not to laugh at the hilariously melodramatic rant that ensued, I led her into the underground house. I doubt she even paid enough attention to see where the hidden trap door is. That's a good thing. If she did know, something unpleasant might happen.

By the time I sat down in the kitchen she was in hysterics- and not actually speaking in coherent sentences.

"Robby!" I shouted.

The robot lumbered into the room. "Yes, miss?"

Janet fainted in terror at the sight of him.

"Could you please make some tea for Janet and I?" I asked him.

"Yes, miss," he replied. "I must always follow the Laws."

Oh, the Laws. I often wish poor Robby didn't have to follow them. It would be horrible to be forced to do anything a human told you to! And the poor thing often has trouble deciding when a person is in actual danger and needs help.

Janet returned to consciousness just about when Robby was putting the kettle on to boil. For some reason, she seemed terrified of him.

"What's... that?" she whispered, pointing to him.

"Robby. He's a robot and a good friend of mine. Don't worry, he'll never harm you. The Three Laws he's programmed to follow prevent him from hurting people," I explained.

"Oh."

Then, Robby served us our tea. Janet still seemed a bit nervous about him. Not that one can really blame her.

"So, Janet… why are you here?" I asked as I waited for my tea to cool.

She sighed dramatically. "I told you. Right now I can't face anyone from my 'old life'. No offense, but you seem like the sort of person who doesn't get upset about it all. So I hoped you could help me."

Oh dear. She's just like I was at age 16. Except I'm pretty sure she's about 26. And I wasn't so annoying… was I? I hope not.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"I don't know… how should I know? Just help me somehow."

I think she wanted emotional support of some kind. To talk somebody who understood what she was going through, who didn't hate her. And I have a feeling that she sees me as some sort of slut. Admittedly, I was at one point.

"Are you going to start living here or something? I've got an extra room, you know. And I'm sure you'll get used to the robot soon enough," I told her.

To my surprise she suddenly hugged me.

"Thank you so much! It'll be like when Betty and I were roommates in college, won't it?" she said happily. Then, she became rather solemn. "Though I don't have any way to pay you… and all my clothes are at my ex-fiancé's house."

"Well, if you give me his address, I could go get some things for you. And you can pay by helping around the house. I often have to put Robby in temporary hibernation because so many things upset or confuse him, thanks to the Three Laws. So, can you cook?"

"Um, well enough… I think," she replied.

"I'm awful at cooking, you know," I explained. "So you're probably at least better than me no matter what."

She chuckled nervously.

So, after that, I got her some proper clothes to wear. Between the dirt she'd fallen sleep on and being bleached by the pool's chlorine… that weird burlesque outfit looked pretty awful at that point.

I think both of us want to forget having our minds taken over by an alien computer. It all must've been pretty awful for Janet. While I'm pretty used to that sort of insanity, she probably hasn't even seen a science fiction film with that sort of thing in it!

Poor kid.

Once she'd donned my most boring outfit (a sleeveless burgundy knit dress and a bright orange long sleeved button down shirt), we went back to the kitchen to just talk about everything. Robby still stood aimlessly by the stove. I often feel bad for him. Being forced to obey people no matter what…

"So, do you have a job or something? " I asked her.

Janet sighed. "Yes. I work at the local library. But I just feel like I can't face the world right now…"

"Then call in sick. Tell them you aren't feeling well- and don't tell me that it's not true. You just aren't physically ill. That's not lying," I said.

For a moment she just stared at me in wide-eyed horror. "But it is lying! I only take sick days if I'm sick with something contagious!"

That confused me. "So you go to work when you're sick with something other people can't catch?"

She sighed, somewhat dramatically. "I'm always sick, technically. Low blood pressure and anxiety cause all the fainting. Though that's not really an illness. And I only faint when especially panicky. Which is why I fainted when I saw what's-his-name dressed like a vampire. "

It took far too much effort not to laugh at her for thinking that Frank looked like a vampire. I don't think he did that on purpose.

I ended up being the one to call her boss, claiming to be Janet's sister. Her boss turned out to be an old spinster named Abby Brewster. The conversation didn't go very well, but not for the reason one might except. The old woman was very worried about 'young Miss Janet'. I reassured her that Janet would be fine soon enough.

Soon enough, I realized that didn't really mind talking to Janet. She didn't seem too annoying after a while. We spent the rest of the day trying to figure out when she'd be able to face the 'real world' again. I tried not to say too much about that since she gets all dramatic and hysterical if I'm not careful.

Robby spent most of the day sulking or something. Can robots sulk? I'm not sure. He just sort of disappeared, claiming that he wasn't programmed to deal with all types of social situations. I actually haven't see him since early afternoon.

Janet demonstrated her ability to cook at dinnertime this evening. Though she wasn't as good a cook as Magenta, it still ended up tasting pretty good.

"What are you cooking?" I asked her, when she first began to make dinner.

"Just pasta and tomato sauce. There seems to be a lot of that around here," she explained.

I giggled. "Mags really liked that sort of food. I still don't understand why!"

"Mags?" Janet echoed, looking confused.

"That's my nickname for Magenta. Um… the girl in the 'maid' outfit? Didn't she greet you and Brad when you first showed up at the castle?"

Janet's eyes widened. "Oh! Her!"

As we ate our dinner, we didn't speak. It's because we'd been talking all day, I suppose.

Once we'd finished eating I showed her to her bedroom. As I walked to my room I think I heard her crying.

I can't help but pity her. That's one reason I'm letting her live here.

Now, looking back, I think another reason I'm letting Janet stay with me for a while is that she reminds me the sort of conflicted 'nice' girl gone wrong I was at 16-year-old. When that kid at school told me (in great detail) how my older sister Agnes was pregnant, even though she hadn't married her boyfriend yet.

The fact that I was at the age where people begin to think 'bad' things only made matters worse, I suppose.

I went crazy and ran away. My chance at going to college and many other things I'd worked for were thrown away because I couldn't handle certain concepts. If I'd had somebody around to help me my life would be different.

Then again, I wouldn't have met Magenta or Eddie if things hadn't gone the way they did.

Best not to think too much about these things.

I'll stop writing all this, now. Since I'll probably have to wake up early tomorrow, I need to put this diary away and sleep.

- Columbia (not a groupie)

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