August 30

I've been on this train for a few hours now with nothing to occupy my thoughts but anxiety. What's happened to my actual body? If this is all real, does that mean Mina and I actually switched places with one another? How long will I be here? As much as I may enjoy this "learning" experience of the 19th century, I miss the comfort of my pants and sneakers.

The dismal thought of never returning home has crossed my mind more times than I care to admit. I'd rather not be around when Jack the Ripper makes his appearance in Whitechapel...