Dear Diary,
Somehow Bruce Wayne and I have found ourselves in 1985. We don't know what to do. We have no idea if our daughter Yvie is here. We have no idea if her biological mother Moth Lady is here. And we certainly have no idea if the vile evil Barbarocious is here. I'm not a betting woman, but if I was, I would guess that they are all here, somewhere. All I know is that we are in some town called Hawkins. In Indiana of all places. They also had brand new She-Ra toys in this shop we just walked out of. My brain and heart are just feeling all types of ways right now.
-Miss M
