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[the voice of a very confused girl can be heard through the journal - she's talking to herself, mostly, but her comments are very general]

I woke up this morning and there was a bug in my room - a really weird-looking one. Why was there a bug in my room? I tried to whack it with a book and it bit me!

[a frustrated sigh]

Now there are... things all over the place, with people's names on them. That must mean there are things with my name on them, right?

Right. Of course. Look, if anyone finds something with my name - Sarah Williams - on it, can you please give it back? I... I can't remember much of anything.

[ooc: feel free to find anything of sarah's - some of her memories are already taken, but there's still a few that are open. OH and because i'm lazy, feel free to find anything of erik's, too.]

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Yes -- oh, you do? Well, people just seem to be finding my things all over the place today. Which is... a good thing, particularly since I'm not sure what sorts of things might have my name on it.

That would be very helpful, thank you. What room number are you in?

Room 1904 - it's in the Gaudium Tower. Would it be easier for us to meet in the lobby?

Yes, I think it would - I'm not sure where the Gaudium Tower is.

I'll be there as quickly as I can.

[puts the scrapbook in the beat up brown briefcase he found, and totes it down to the lobby. sits calmly on one of the benches, and waits patiently for her, looking around at everything else that's littering the walls.]

((Given the nature of this plot, I cannot help but think "OH! And here's Charlie Bear!"))

[a short stretch of time later, sarah finds her way down to the lobby, spotting a man seated on one of the benches.]

Mr. Snicket?

[looks up, smiling] Yes! Sarah Williams, I presume? [gets to his feet and offers her a hand]

[she was slightly wary at first, him being a stranger and all, but he seemed so friendly that she immediately felt much more at ease]

Yes, that's me. [returns his smile, shaking his hand gratefully] Thank you for finding my... scrapbook, was it? Every little bit helps, I think.

Well ... [takes the scrapbook out and holds it out to her] By their very nature, scrapbooks are filled with several "little bits" ... As I went through it, I was reminded of the process of putting together such a volume ... perhaps I have done so in my past, and there is a similar volume waiting somewhere in this castle, for me...?

Oh - thank you. [takes the scrapbook and begins to leaf through it, running her fingers down the pages]

If it served as a reminder of something, then perhaps you have put a scrapbook together before. If you like, I'll be sure to keep an eye out for it - or anything that has your name.

This woman - in the pictures and articles - her name is Linda Williams. Do you -- do you think she's related to me, somehow? Maybe she's my... mother.

Thank you - I appreciate it, very much.

... She does look a great deal like you. It's very likely. She might be a sister, or an aunt, as well...?

Maybe. I wish I could remember... but it only says she's an actress... [sighs] I feel as if... she is someone close to me. I just can't figure out who.

Perhaps there is something else here, in the castle, that would help you figure it out?

Oh, there probably is. But the only other things I've found have this... man in them, and I can't figure out who he is. He looks to be quite a bit older than me.

[pauses] One of the memories was a... video. Whoever he was, I don't think he was a... good sort of person. From what I could tell, I had to get something back from him. It was all very strange, and didn't make much sense.

Have you had any luck finding things that belong to you?

I haven't, no, not yet ... [the mun is saying Erik came down to the lobby after Sarah left]

Whoever the man is ... if he meant you harm, or took something from you, I hope that he's not here, looking for his own history, as well.

Well, I hope you find something soon.

... I never even thought of that. I haven't seen him around, but then again, I don't know his name.

Thank you ... so do I. And if I see him, Sarah, I shall misdirect him as best I can.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Snicket. He would stand out quite a bit - he has... very strange hair. It's blonde, and sort of... big.

Oh, I see. [nods] If any men with large, suspicious-looking blond hair ask for you, I shall point them in a not-you-ish direction, then!

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