I have currently found a nice little cave in which to place myself. Pinky McFluffers (for I have named him) has stopped nibbling on my toes, and he has become a worthy friend. I sit here in my quiet solitude and think of the different ways my life could deviate from here. There are no outlets in this cave, but I can see certain things, even colored light at times. Occasionally, I feel the fear catch my heart as I look back and see something with two bright yellow eyes. It goes away afterwards, but I have to lie down to calm myself and stop my shaking hands. I went out to gather wood for a fire earlier, but I could find nothing. It was all damp from the previous night's rain to which I awoke. The oddities of my mind seem to express themselves in these odd times. I am paranoid due to the yellow eyes, but it is probably all in my mind. There are no humans in this place. I found a small rock with engravings reminding me of something I can't quite discern. As far as food goes, there is a tree with blue and pink berries. The pink berries have a sweet and incredible taste, but the blue berries are rather sour. In short, I have consolidated and organized myself. It will take just a bit longer to adjust to this new lifestyle, but I have a friend and a means of survival.