Ahead was a… thing. It wasn’t going up with the Escalator; it was simply sitting… on a perch of cloud near the rail… I looked, curious and a little anxious. My heart rose to see what it was.

It was my notebook.

I snatched it from its forsaken perch and dove through the pages. Not a one was lost; each was pristine and untouched. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and fumbled through my backpack for a pen.

Dear Notebook, and Readers:

I am sorry! My notebook was taken from me in the midst of writing! It was horrid, and terrible; many were substituted but none could truly replace this. But, now, the Notebook has returned to my possession (as some of you may know, it has been with me for quite some time). Creative spark will strike again, surely, and the Escalator will resume its full function.

Again I apologize. Sometimes the vicious winds along the Escalator’s path will rip things away, and sometimes they will return things - or present you with new ones. It’s beyond my control to say.

- Samwise