Number 1. [ Dictated ]

[patching_up]

... nngh... w-what...

[There is a dull crackling of static from the journal, and the low sound of shuffling can be heard in the background.]

What... huh? Where am... I-I-- ... N-Nine? Seven...? I--

I... my body, I-I'm back in my body, I'm-- alive-- I'm alive! But where--

[A distinct pause, as he examines his surroundings.]

Am I dreaming? N-no, that's not true, it can't be. Everything feels... real. It's so bright, and I-I remember what--

[He gasps, and the words that come next are fraught with distress and panic.]

Oh, n-no, no-- I can't be dead, they can't... be...

[A long moment of silence.]

Why is it... just me? Why? Nine, please, say something, please be there! If I'm alive, then you're here too, right...?

... Right?

Somebody... somebody has to be here...

...

Anybody...