I can see stuff

So I'm feeling slightly better now. Better enough to type normally. But my body still feels like there's a war going on inside me. They turned on the lights this morning. I don't know exactly who "they" are, but they told me to call them "Jarvis Lorry" and "Mike Rutherford." Whatever. All I know is that they gave me some food, which, while probably laced with poison, was the first thing I've eaten in, like, a week.
I'm assuming that based on how all the walls are mirrors, they're actually one-way windows and I'm being observed every minute. I don't even have privacy in the bathroom, geez. Anyways, the conditions aren't too bad, I mean, the cot is a little bad, but it beats lying on the forest floor. And since Mike loves Genesis, I have good music to listen to. We had a brief discussion through the voicebox (we use it to talk) about our favorite Genesis albums. After playing Nursery Cryme (His favorite) he played Genesis (my favorite album) for me. So he isn't that bad a guy.

Also, some things to clear up with Elise, if she reads this. EAT was the one who kissed me, and I was smiling more out of shock than anything. She had been telling me an amusing anecdote, which was why I was laughing, and when she kissed me, my face kinda froze. So yeah, I wasn't intentionally cheating on you. Blame her, not me.

Also, to anyone out there reading this, please comment. Mike isn't a big talker, so I'm kind of lonely here.....
~Thompson out.