Day 17

I decided to go to class today, and I learned that a lot of people thought I’d disappeared with the rest of the people who went to the party. None of them are back.

I told them what happened. They didn’t believe me, of course. I’m sure the campus will send someone to check this dorm for drugs.

I did a little forcing today, mostly on the body. I’ll do one huge session over the weekend to get Gatsby to start talking.

In the meantime, I need to look through my roommate’s stuff to make sure he doesn’t have anything that they might think is mine.

Day 16

I did a lot of forcing today. And I mean a lot. I didn’t even go to class.

It was only 12 hours, but it felt like a couple of days. I have a pounding headache, but this is still great.

I can see the Gatsbytulpa now, standing in the room with me, and I’ve got his entire personality down. I can feel it, too. He’s so close to talking!

Day 15

None of them are back.

And I felt something else in my Wonderland. It was in the dorm replica section, and it just felt wrong.

I felt dread. Powerful dread. Animal dread, if that makes sense.

I broke that portal, and then destroyed the staircase. The dorm section’s not a part of my Wonderland any more.

I wish that made me feel better.