[It's too late in the night, or early in the morning, for her to seriously be considering this. In fact she shouldn't be considering ANY of this with any amount of gravitas or careful thoughts. But maybe it's just the fact that there's still a weird glow lingering in her room... and it causes her to pause over the words, pinch the bridge of her nose to try and dislodge her current thoughts. Once that fails, she finds herself writing.]

On that, I'm not certain. But... I didn't consider the possibility of another self. I'd written this all off as subconscious nonsense and little else.

...But. Now that you've brought it up, something about the term sounds familiar. Right now my one hope is that the count down will give us some answers we all desperately hope for.