He pauses for a moment and thinks back to his dream the previous morning. It was amazing to see her again, if only for a brief moment. Could he just keep the best parts? Of course he could, it was his imagination, and he could do whatever he wanted. Focusing on the positives was the only real way to prevent the slide into anxiety and anger. And with this new threat in the town he had a lot of reasons to feel tense.
He slides the pages forward to find a blank one and begins another entry, the thoughts of the horde in the town and his still painful ribs reminding him that he had bigger problems than an overly intrusive woman to deal with. But he needed to distract himself from that, and so he begins writing again:
We were going to start a family eventually, I was sure of it.