From what I've heard, to say the fog's disrupted the ecosystem is an understatement. It almost seems like the fog is sentient in some ways; it knows your fears and it knows where you're going. Part of me wishes I could get back out there to study it without being limited by the movements of my group. The other part feels like never coming back to Irvingly again. I know one thing: I'm stuck here until the expedition is over.

Tell little Isobel not to fret; Miss Bella will bake her a fresh tray of cookies once she's back!

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— MJ is MAGICAL —