Lightning, Erza. A word, please. ...You too, Hope. Indulge your uncle.

Katie, stay close to home. No more wandering for a few days, alright? Play with Dog and Licorice here, please.

Watch, does something seem... amiss to you?

[And muffled, like the journal just caught the sound as he was walking away or closing it-] -blic communication, not a dream journal.