Dear diary,

  The fog is leaking into the house. Strangely, it doesn't go into the kitchen.

  I was watching it, cause there's nothing else to do other than eat and pee in a pot.

  I'm kinda scared that I have to go poop soon.

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  Still no Goodman, Gina, and Theodore. The thing I can't see is still inside the house. I felt really naked just sitting against the counter so I'm hiding underneath the thickest blanket Goodman left me. I tried making a pillow fort but there weren't enough pillows.

  Someone's been knocking on the door but isn't saying anything. Goodman told me to ignore anyone knocking so I'm ignoring it. I really am, even though it's kinda hard to when I feel like I have to open the door.

  But I won't open it. I promised.

  Love,

  Tina