[There is a thud as Emil accidentally knocks the journal off the nightstand; it falls open to record the sounds of shifting around and yawning as he starts to wake up... followed by a sudden surprised yelp. When next he speaks, his voice is decidedly female.]

These are... aaahhh! What's going on?! Wait, w-what happened to my voice?

This has to be a bad dream, it can't really be happening... this is the worst experiment yet!

[Now there is another, deeper voice grumbling about something that can't quite be picked up by the journal.]

... oh, um... I-I'm sorry, Richter...