>>5966734First of all, you can't just leave this book here, so you use the chains from the water (after drying them, of course) and secure the book to your left leg before continuing your journey along the riverbank. During your periodic rests, you sit down and read through Marty's journal in greater detail. The entries, though separated by spaces, don't have dates appended to them.
"...I took a walk in the woods again. It really calmed my nerves..."
"...Being here—what greater joy could there be? To bask in the sun at midday, amidst the chrysanthemums who never cease their swaying in the wind..."
"...Collect some berries for desert later..."
These are some of the passages that stick out to you. One particularly catches your interest:
"The light through the trees' crowns—I saw it once more today. A splendid thing. I wish I could stay in those moments forever, walk amidst the trees, shifting through sunlight and shade...I shall treasure this moments alone."
This Marty seems like a nice guy. Smart too. You'd get along with him, you think. This place in the woods might also be interesting to visit.
Not long after, a little hut comes into view on the other side of the bank. Right in front of it, on both sides of the river, you finally see where those flowers have been coming from. There's a whole field of them, bright and fragrant! You stand on a bridge conveniently located here. It's arched, so it gives you a little be of height to better take in the scenery. That house over there, though. Could it be Marty's?
>Go over and knock. You wanna meet this Marty guy!>Leave the book by the doorstep and continue on your journey.>Continue your travels with the book.>Write in. 
