(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Elliquiy/Fatal%20Frame%20RP/6557dd01-d466-4b53-a243-f2aa3370203a_zpsec287b1f.jpg)<br/><br/>Duncan woke up early the next morning.  Earlier then he had wanted to, but he still had to put the finishing touches on his essay.  He hated waking up early, but you did what you had to do.  Going to sit in front of his computer, and turning it on, his attention was once more drawn to the black book.  He still didn't know how the hell it got into his bag.  He picked it up and began flipping through the pages, thinking he might see something he missed the first time around.  He didn't have to flip very far.<br/><br/>Right behind the cover of the book, there was his name written their in red ink.  Not only was it written their, but it was written in his handwriting.  "What the fuck?"  Duncan puzzled, his attention to his screen going out the window as he sat back, holding the book a good arms length away and looking at the writing, as if it might change if he held the book differently.  If he had found his name in the book, that would be weird enough, but he could just chalk that up to somebody else writing it and him not noticing it last night.  Seeing his own handwriting was another matter entirely.<br/><br/>Duncan flipped through the rest of the book quickly, and found no more writing in the book.  Just his name, and only his name was in the book.  Duncan's eyes then drifted to the near empty bottle of Canadian Club whiskey.  How much had he drank last night?  He certainly didn't remember writing in the book, but maybe he did and he just didn't remember?  That must have been it.  It was the only logical reason for his name being written in the book.  With the mystery solved, Duncan put the journal back down, and began to work on his essay.