Ron has been unconscious for twelve hours now. We can't wake him up. What are we going to do?
It has left us alone entirely for the rest of the day, aside from staring in the windows. We haven't even heard so much as a "Come out. Come out to me," though. I'm growing tired of this sick game. I will remain calm, though. I have to endure. I have to. Two people seem to be depending on me now. I will not let Clarice and Ron down. I just... Don't know how to not screw this up if we can't wake Ron up.
I feel lost. I feel as lost as I did when I first awakened that day on Feb. 16th.