A Wizard Alone

I MET QUI-GON!

Obviously the Lone Power's been drawing from universes some of us would consider fictional - I've also apparently been speaking with Javert through the bulletin board. I should go find him and apologize - Powers know it doesn't come easy to me, but I said something really stupid and all he's left is a half-finished note for me before what I said really had a chance to sink in.

I won't fall asleep tonight. I'll explore, maybe with my roommate. Is it weird I haven't met her properly yet?

I woke up last night in a strange place with different clothes. I thought it was just a dream, since I'd done a lot of world-walking in search of Prince Unlikely, but I barely had access to my wizardry. I woke up again, and it turns out I'm not home in Hempstead. Apparently this place I'm in is called Landel's Institute, and it seems to be a mental institution. This would be enough to drive a normal twelve-year-old mad, but I'm not exactly normal, now am I?

I have no idea what's going on, where this Landel's place is, Earth, another planet, another galaxy, or another dimension, no idea why my powers are so limited, and no idea why I can't hear the mobiles or find Spot.

For the first time in a long while, I'm scared.

I won't give the Lone Power the satisfaction of beating me, though, since I'm pretty sure that It's the one behind all this. And when I find It...we shall have some words.

Time: Lunch
Food: Spaghetti
Dining companion: Someone named Kenren - seems nice enough, knowledgeable.