More lost fragments of his life bubble up, blinding him to the present. He has forgotten so much - a conversation with Rose ("You'd make friends a lot easier if you talked about something other than my stupid cousin for a change - it's totally creepy. You don't even know him!" - "So why would I even want friends if I can't talk to them?") - his mother slamming a bundle of smoothed parchments on the table in front of him, with his scribbles on the edges ("Is this the boy you're always talking about? What's his face doing on your homework, huh?") - and finally the diaries.