Everything is well at our little home.
The master has instructed me to construct something here.
Dear Rose, thank you for spoiling this little plan for me.
My job is to oversee the structure.
And take care of Lost.
So far, it has gone smoothly.
But recently, there have been some strange occurrences.
I have caught Lost talking to himself.
Yesterday, he was typing his post, and apparently his left hand slipped and spelled out something on his keyboard.
Today, he was punching himself in the face.
I could swear I heard two voices.
One sounded like Jeff.
Now that is impossible.
Lost must be losing his mind.
It must be a result of the process used to implant him into Jeff.
I am not worried.