I am with Janice who is lying down on a couch very sick. Some people come to take her away and as they are leaving I grab a journal, a blank book which I had just started to use. I shove it into the hands of one of the men insisiting he take it and give it to her. "Tell her just to ignore what I wrote in it already." He looks puzzled and not especially pleased to be given this task but takes the book begrudgingly. As he takes it I notice a purple pen in the spiral binding. After they leave I begin to realize that there was more written in that journal than I had realized. I started thinking about what I had written and wondering if her name was mentioned on any of the pages.