Year of the Boar, Sixth Month, Day 3.

The pain in my ankle lessens although walking is still nigh on impossible. The physician, predictably, has prescribed bed rest until the swelling has completely abated. I am bored. Horribly bored; more bored than I was when he confined me to my bed the first time, since now I cannot even leave my bed if I want to. More to the point, I still have no ideas what I am going to about my escape plan. I cannot get up to meet the servant who will bring my clothes. If indeed, Nanami has managed to organise one. I grow weary and I am afraid that I am becoming resigned to remaining a prisoner at the House of Pale Twilight's pleasure...