The Darkrai wandered through his home, Newmoon Island. He was almost bored. The island wasn't the biggest, there wasn't much room for him to walk. But if he left said area, people would get hurt. He already had a bad reputation, why make it worse? There was always Cresselia close by on Fullmoon Island, but he didn't feel like going there. Only if he needed help. "Dreams, maybe...?" He asked himself, before shaking his head. Figuring nowhere to go, Alexander just stopped, and laid down on the ground where he was.
((This sucks. Yes. But I hate no journal entries.))