River Tam

Screaming.
Why must they always insist on screaming?
Staying inside. Begging.
Can--can't do anything but bring him down.
Can't even do that.

Another one.
How many more?

Why can't I read them?!
Why must you insist on this?!
Game...
All is a game.


噢上帝。 做我一块石头。 Oh God. Make me a Stone.

The screaming won't stop.
Will never stop.
Never go away.

Those who brought us here come and go.
In and out.
Through us they find what they need and take it until they have grown tired of us.


I don't see Kaylee anymore.
Spends time with Logan. The one with the name of an animal.

I miss my best friend.

Though I found a small girl.

I've seen through the journals that I am missing? I'm sorry if I worried anyone...I went to examine the wall the man who calls himself Dean had mentioned. Though I forgot to bring my journal with me and ended up staying the night there since it was a bit of a walk to get back.

I've also noticed frozen crystals falling from the sky. Snow. I do not remember the last time I saw snow. It's rather pretty.

I found Kaylee. I thought I was lost forever. I'm not as alone anymore.

I took the lion to the church and watched as the others cooked it. I believe there are still some leftovers there. It was a rather large lion. People can go if they like. Though there are some apples still.

I want to find the candy that Luna is speaking of. I've never had something like that before. If it tastes anything like the tic tacs...I would like it very much.

I didn't get much time to go through the journal yesterday. Nor did I recieve much time today. I awoke tied to an interesting girl in the woods again. A lion came after us. Though I was able to fight it off.

I was originally drawing in this journal but after having the opportunity to go through it a more, I have noticed other things written. Things that I know I could not have possibly written. I do not understand. It seems there are more of us than I thought. It seems we are all connected.

I miss my brother. I really need Simon now more than ever. I don't know what I'm going to do here without him. It seems that this place just keeps getting stranger. It's awfully hard to read it. That which I can read I do not like.

I feel trapped.

I am trapped.

Taken away again.
Stolen.
Lost.
Wandering.

Two by two...
They come and go. They intertwine their lives with ours. Forcing us together. To survive. We cannot escape. We will not escape. Leaving this place means someone else has caused our disapearence.

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