It's been almost two weeks since Bally's been gone. I've almost gone out of my mind with worry.

Roland has tried to reassure me. "You were gone for two weeks, too," he said. "And we managed to keep it together." I told him that they knew when and where I would reappear, but Bally's future self doesn't appear to want to tell us (or is already gone - I haven't seen her again, so either option is available).

"Time is tricky," Mona told me, like I didn't already know. "Two weeks can pass, but for Bally it could be just one night."

Shut up. I know that. You think worrying is rational? Fuck.

At least I haven't had any visits from the Unchanged. I think if one of them appeared, I would try punching them.

Where are you, Bally?