Taking a drink from his mug, he shrugged his shoulders. Normally he would have no trouble talking about things beyond explanation; legends, fables, scary bedtime stories, he had so many in his arsenal. But the difference here was that this wasn't just make believe, and he was having difficulty swallowing that fact.

"Yeah. I sat there and watched as words appeared on the page. I wasn't writing them. They just appeared there like someone invisible was writing them. I turned another page and saw water on it. There wasn't any water on any of the other pages, just that one.

"But strangest of all," he said, voice trailing a bit. He set the mug down and reached for the journal. Thumbing through the pages, he finally stopped on a blank page with words written only for him. He tried to show it to Abel.

"Right there. This person wrote this in front of me in his journal, and now I can see it in my journal. How does that even work?"