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Wednesday, Finally. I've been waiting for a day off since Easter. My Home, tranquil and far from work. One day, seems short, but it's oddly long. Snowing out, hadn't been for a while. When I got up this morning and had my orange juice- I had my whole day planned out; Walk the dog, sit in the park, feed the pigeons, and work on my book. However today was different. When I woke up everything seemed to flash by, not even enough time to soak it in. Next thing I knew I found myself in the park. Cold as I was, My dog, Benington (half Golden Retriever- half German Shepard), remained unaffected by Father Winter, He played and pranced around, said Hello to the snowy trees and the frozen pond. Looking around I saw the park as normal as ever, the paper boy yelling, "Extra Extra!" The Constable waddling around, and the flower girl half way into the ally begging to sell her flowers. (Which are dead by the way, poor lass.) When I glanced ahead of me, on the other bench, I saw the strangest and most peculiar thing I've ever seen in my days. There was a man. He was holding his head and shaking, as if... In pain of some sort. I was hesitant to ask him what the problem was. After about twenty-three minutes, I got up enough courage to confront him. As soon as I got within a single foot of him, he jolted up about three to four feet and nearly floated! Then came crashing down and into a coma. Bennington was still at the other bench, nearly terrified, He stared at me as If I had caused this man to do such a thing. I was startled at his change of event, but I felt sorry for him. No one else had seen this man, nor have I, and I've been living in 56C my whole life. I stood looking at him, pondering what to do with him. I decided... To bring him to my house to recover, I have enough medical supplies to heal a dead man.

I layed the man down on the couch. Benington was watching me closely from the stairs. I sat in the other room sipping my tea. Weirdest thing I saw when I was setting him down, He has... some sort of tatoo on his arm, it's a broken mirror.

It's getting late. I will continue my observations tomorrow.

~Dr. Vincent Dindery Ph.D