[He stirs from his sleep, confused about who could be talking to him, half left behind in a dream he already doesn't remember. It takes a moment to realize that the voice is coming from his journal, and he clumsily grabs it from the nightstand.]
Jeb...? [His voice is groggy, and he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.] What is it? Did something happen?
[feburary 25th, voice]
Jeb...? [His voice is groggy, and he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.] What is it? Did something happen?