Hello again friend. Sorry for not talking in a little while things have been quite odd. This strange creature man who my clock deems to be my soul guardian is taking me somewhere I dont know.

Anything is better then home though the alleyway would have made a wonderful home for us diary. You would be dry there would be rats for gradient to eat our little freedom.

This guy is talking into a strange black box and looking at the sky. I don't understand it in all honesty. I would ask but that would waste time and I'm not good at not creeping people out. I'm still surprised this guy hasn't screamed and ran away from us yet.

Lull is sleeping in my sleeve and gradient is wrapped around my arm that doesn't have bandages like a coil. As for blur he is on my wrist in tiny form so he looks like a watch.

I'm writing while this guy is talking into the box thing. Oh hold up diary the mysterious guy is trying to talk to us give me a moment.

He says I should stop referring to him as "the guy" instead I should refer to him as "Jack" because that is his name. I wish to ask him if he has ever climbed up a bean stalk diary. Then I could know what species he is.

Excuse me diary for a quick sec because it seems as if this "jack" keeps reading what I write in you.

"Sir heard of privacy? Or do you just read lady's diaries all the time?" He laughed at that one. "Well do you?" I'm not saying this out loud I am writing it diary if your confused.

He tells me that my diary is not alive I ask him how he knows is it because he has met a singing harp before when he climbed up the beanstalk? He had no reaction that I could see from him. He wears this strange mask I'm confused as to how he sees.

How can he see with that strange mask on? Surely it should make it so he cant see right? Isn't that the purpose of masks?

"Jack" asks who gradient, lull, and blur are. It seems I can not write with out a nosy bean stalk climber reading everything we will speak later dear friend.