THE FOLLOWING IS A FURTHER ADDITION TO EMMA'S DIARY ENTRY, WRITTEN APPROXIMATELY 1 HOUR AFTER THE PREVIOUS ENTRY.

--File 029: Reactionary--

10/19/XXXX - 5:07pm

I have no idea what happened.

I blacked out. I suddenly came around, and Blaine was still driving. No one noticed anything.

I've been sitting here, in the back seat, my journal open on my lap, and apparently I've just been writing... whatever I've been writing.

There's a bunch of 0's and 1's in there, too. I know what that is; it's binary. Problem is, that's about all I, personally, know about binary. I don't actually know binary at all.

I'm trying so hard not to freak out. We don't have time to freak out over this- and how the hell am I supposed to explain this to them? Should I explain this to Anders and Blaine? I'd have to show them the journal entry, but would they believe me?

Of course they would. We saw a house infested with flies and someone exploded maggots all over me.

Not just someone.

Wynona.

God, what is happening to me?

How is this all so normal? My hands are shaking, but my writing is so clear. What happened? Why did I write that?

I pulled up my phone and typed in the binary numbers. It gave me something to focus on. It means "Emma can't die. Emma can't die. Don't let Emma die".

What the hell is getting me to write that? Why did I write that? Doesn't scream 'serial killer ghost possessing you' to me. It screams 'I'm trying to get something across to you while you're writing about the insane feelings you're having'.

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

Don't let Emma die.

Should I tell the others about this? Should I bring this up? This feels insane. I'm insane. Of course I need to bring this up.

What the hell is happening to me?

The journal entry stops here, as blunt as ever for Emma's style of writing. The next is the final SNAPSHOT footage on their journey to meet Detective Bartosz.

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SNAPSHOT #7

The video footage starts up from Blaine, sitting in the driver's seat, holding the hand camera. The car has been pulled over; Detective Anders is awake. Emma looks pale and frightened in the backseat, and her journal is open on the center console between Anders and Blaine.

Blaine: "And you're saying you just blacked out?"

Emma: "Yes. I don't remember anything I did for the last hour. You didn't notice anything?"

Blaine: "It looked like you were just writing, and then you were sitting there, looking out your window."

Anders: "And you wrote all of this portion during that time?"

Emma: "I don't remember any of it."

Anders: "Damn."

Blaine: "But what is the point of this? It says 'don't let Emma die'. Why would something be going through you to tell you that? Doesn't seem like something a serial killer's ghost would do."

Emma shakes her head, and then hesitates, seemingly wanting to say something.

Anders: "You have a thought. Tell us."

Emma: "It sounds insane."

Blaine: "Everything going on right now is insane. You just blacked out for an hour to write a really creepy journal entry about you needing not to die. What the hell kind of possession is that?"

Emma: "What if the message wasn't for me?"

The car goes very, very quiet. No one says anything for several ticks.

Emma: "I don't even know binary. What would possess me to write out that message, in my journal, in that way... unless I was supposed to tell you?"

Blaine: "But then, why not possess me? Or Anders?"

Anders: "Whatever it is, it doesn't want Emma dead."

Blaine: "I don't follow."

Anders: "Possessing me with no outlet for sharing the message could have scared you, the driver, into crashing. Possessing you would have resulted in crashing. Both scenarios put Emma in danger."

Blaine: "So who better to share the message than someone sitting quietly in the back seat, writing..."

Anders: "The question is, who wants us to know this that badly?"

All three of them go quiet again for several very long seconds, but as no answer is immediately forthcoming, Blaine finally gives a heavy sigh, shifts the car into drive, and pulls back onto the road, handing the camera to Emma. She takes a moment to zoom in on the strange message, all written perfectly in her hand, and pauses for a moment, before turning off the camera.