September 18th, 2017

It's been a few days since my last dizzy spell, but enough time that I'm down to two in a week. That doesn't make me feel much better, but it's an improvement so I'm not going to call the doctor yet. The embarrassing thing was that I had it during lunch. Hal had joined me, he was back to doing that, and while we were talking I got up to refresh my drink and fell over spilling ice everywhere. Those hard plastic cups make a lot of noise hitting the ground and everyone in the cafeteria was staring right at me.

No matter how many times it happens, there's no getting used to it. Hal helped me up into my seat, and Jessica was quick to pick up the ice and everything. I'm just glad it wasn't while I was at my register, John was working again today.

Setting that aside, having Hal there for lunch was interesting. I almost want to say confusing. I asked him about how his experiences allowed him to know that other hikers would go missing. His face turned red, and he looked around in a panic as if someone might be listening in on what was saying. He quickly shushed me and said this wasn't the place to talk about it. He said there is more to know, and he wants to tell me, and then he asked if we could have dinner again sometime. I just about brushed him off, how dare he? But he was acting genuinely paranoid, which should probably be a red flag, but instead I found myself curious. I didn't answer immediately, and he apologized for shushing me like that. Then pleaded saying he needed someone to talk to.

So I said alright. The whole thing seems weird, but the video's and the news articles, and him saying this would all happen. I have to know, I have to substantiate this feeling I've had since the hospital, and I think he's the one who can. God help me if I'm wrong.

He has been going out of his way to make me feel safe about it. Planning ahead, and taking me to a familiar diner, allowing that my parents can pick me up. He's very thoughtful about it all, and probably hyper aware of how crazy it sounds. It's no wonder he needs someone to talk to.

I did stipulate no more bar fights. He said he couldn't promise anything.

So we have another "date" this coming Sat. Hal want's to try To the Wind, which is further down from Annie's.

Speaking of dates, Sam texted me today. This next Thursday falls on the month anniversary since the plane crash and his parents will be joining him and Candace for a memorial at St. Dominic's. He apologized that he'd have to cancel for this week, but they'd be back on for the following. I said that was nonsense, that I'd be there for Candace. From what she's said about his parents, she'll need me.

So, time to break out the dress clothes. Should be easy now thanks to Candace, and she'll appreciate seeing me wearing one of her ensembles.