[It had been days since Jilly had really stopped painting. She'd slept (though not enough), and ate (whenever her stomach had protested enough to catch her attention), but mostly she'd worked. She was translating dreams onto canvas and, before she knew it, whole days had been gobbled up.

She doesn't notice Horatio's entry when it appears. It's only when she finally remembers to take a break to refill her coffee that she notices it among the other New Feather arrivals.

Not really focused, the name doesn't click right away. Just dances at the back of her mind with teasing familiarity. Archie usually called him Horatio, after all. Not Hornblower. But a nagging sense pulls her back a few minutes later.

Eventually, her own words will join the others', scrawled onto the page]

Recording your observations isn't exactly a small feat. We'd never really learn anything if people weren't willing to do that.