[originally here]

[Being nosy is good, Jack. It keeps you living, or it doesn't. That's the weird part.]

Well, right now, it's a bunch of notes on everything that's happened to us so far. [And it's true, though the notes are both small, and somewhat illegible due to the large pencil she had to use. Victoria's been writing about things that happened several months ago; runaway yarn balls, secrets being spewed by phones, memories and items, everything connected by webs of lines, stretching towards some sort of connection.

She taps her chin, looking everything over.]

Everything can't be happening randomly, not at this point.