Monty fainted at the bar tonight. Her eyes went blank and I watched her begin to slide down the wall near the pool tables. I ran over and grabbed her arms and yanked her up. She had no memory of blacking out and seemed confused that I was holding her and that everyone we’d come with was now surrounding her like a phalanx. After that she was OK . . . but it was scary as hell.

Now she’s with her boyfriend John at his place not far from here . . . I’m in her bed in Ridgewood listening to the trains go by in the darkness. Above my head is Bilbo’s little shrine. I miss him and wish he were asleep on the pillow next to me like he always used to. Poor Bilbo.

Tomorrow I will wake up and perform a secret task, and then head into the city to flirt with a cute bartender and see a play. What happens after that I’m sure I don’t know . . .