[ Alex nods; those notes... Well, they aren't really notes, these. They're letters. ]

The start of the night to the...end, and...a vague memory of what happened...after. Where I chose to go to school. If I kept in touch with my friends.

And then...towards the end a feeling of loss and haziness...and then the next week it starts again. [ ... ] Um...until this week. This week's was...different.