[Accidental Voice] Reflections in a Thunderstorm

[As the recording mysteriously begins, the journal picks up the sound of the rain pelting the windows and papers being shuffled. And then it picks up Jay's usual exasperated sigh and his musings, things he wouldn't want to say to people.]

This is not working. The draftees are leaving today, and there's just not enough information. This isn't even worth my effort.

[A momentary pause.]

I knew I'd be lost without them…but not this much. I've been here for five months now, and I know they're still worrying about me. I just wish there was a way to contact home and let them know that I'm all right.

[Another pause]

I should have my knee checked just to be safe. Stupid turtles…

[A loud thunderclap booms in the journal. Jay continues, completely unfazed.]

I hate this place…