John Edward Brunett "Jeb" Parmalee

--nder what this does... hey, is this recording? Woah, this is a journal that can record things? Even if I don't know what the heck is going on, that is so cool! So, um, can anyone tell me why I woke up with no shirt on? It... it's a little embarrassing, and I feel really exposed--hey, I have wings! What the...?! People don't really wake up with wings! But I guess they also really don't wake up dressed in something different, either. Hey, I wonder...! [There's a pause, before the sound of running can be heard and a loud thud after that.] Ow... I guess they aren't meant for flying, even if they are neat. Oh, hey, there my clothes are! Now I can actually feel comfortable! Well, with how I'm dressed, at least. I still don't know where I am, and that's not good at all.

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Where is this place? [And then, reality slowly begins to hit him.] I-If someone can hear this, does anyone know the way out of here? I really can't stay here, even though the scenery is beautiful. If I wasn't in such a rush to get back, I wouldn't mind sketching a bit of my surroundings. But I can't stay! I have to go home, I have to make sure everyone is all right! But it would also be rude not to introduce myself, if anyone can hear me. My name's Jeb, and it's nice to meet you!