It's good to know what I am, at least. Tony and I were wondering. He tried explaining, something about reforming others, but... I don't think I'm the man for that particular job.

West?! He's here?! Oh my god--

[The shaky handwriting abruptly ends as Jim drops the journal. He spends the next several moments making sure that every lock is bolted on his door. For extra safety, he drags a desk over as a barricade, then a chair on top of that for good measure]