“I feel like I’m forgetting something… Right, I said that I was gonna write all that stuff I thought about in the bathroom down somewhere.” Looking through the drawers of the desk I was sitting at, I finally managed to find what looked like an old journal. After checking to make sure I wasn’t about to steal someone's diary, and seeing that it was completely empty, I began writing down my theories on the first page, making sure to keep the lead pipe and schizophrenia things out. 