[Long time no see, journal. Haruhi sounds hoarse as she addresses whoever might be listening.]

It's so warm but I can't feel it. I stood in the sunshine for two hours. All it did was make me feel worse.

[She muffles a cough against her hand.]

I wonder if I have a Cold? Great time for one. My body is usually stronger than this.

[Not that she has spent much time on the sea. Ever.]

Don't worry, I'll wear a mask when I'm cooking. And I'll wash my hands. A lot. How contagious are Colds anyway?

Very, right?

Huh.

[Why worry?]

More Vitamin C for me.

 [First off, he hasn't been crying, okay? It just so happened that at the same time Brady realized he wasn't with the army, and instead in some strange foreign land with no obvious way of getting back, all of this dust just got into both eyes. Okay? OKAY? But the idea of a journal that could spread across lands by talking or writing... Not too strange. He's known some odd sages and sorcerer's in his life, it can't be impossible.

So now what comes across the pages is the most elegant, beautiful penmanship you've ever seen. The kind to make novelists weep. Although the actual words themselves... don't exactly match the gorgeous pen-strokes.]

This is bull-plop! Grade A 100% bull-plop! I've got better things to do than be stuck on some weird island with a bunch of strangers! Someone better reverse that spell and send me back pronto, I don't have time to waste! People's lives are in danger!

Look, if anyone from the army is here, this is Brady. Get back to me as soon as you can. I know for sure we didn't just time travel again. Didn't Laurent say some crap about variables and consistencies and all that? I'll be waiting for you guys near that fountain.

[And, as an afterthought-]

If you guys see my violin, try not to scratch it, okay?

Well this is weird. Like really freaky.

Sensei and Shane would probably yell at me for outing myself on this weird island but as far as I can tell no one from back home is here so... Does anyone know about either ninjas or Power Rangers here? I mean, I'm pretty sure not everyone has those journals so hopefully some dude or dudette can answer my questions. Like how did we get here. I did read that message on my journal thing but no one responded on it.

Oh! I'm Dustin Brooks. I forgot to mention that. Feel free to talk to me. Man it's kind of weird this journal can send your voice to people but not a picture. See you later dudes!