I left the frozen Midwest and went to California. California means sunshine and warm, right? Well, right, but someone must be messing with the temperature controls. It’s March. The temperature is hot. Don’t ask me how hot. I’m melting. I can’t type for long. No one warned me that Figments can melt. I bet that’s really what happened to the Wicked Witch. She was from a dry story and someone moved her to a story with water. Insta-melt. I’ll post something new when I’m not a Figment-puddle. At least it might be too hot for The Conductor, too.