My unicorn got run over by a tractor

They were in the middle of a session, one in which Duke was just rambling on about whatever the hell he happened to think about to avoid talking about anything of any importance (which Claire occasionally let him get away with just, she insisted, because sometimes he was entertaining), when Claire spotted it. Duke couldn't say for certain whether it had actually just appeared on the shelf while she was sitting there, or if he had actually put it there sometime the last time he was in town. He couldn't say for certain where he would have left it, just that he knew he'd left it out of the silver chest of weapons when he'd buried it in his father's grave.

The Crocker family journal.

She'd picked it up, idly turning it over in her hands, and Duke cut off mid-ramble. "Put that down."

Claire looked up, one immaculate eyebrow raised curiously, but she obeyed. "What is it?"

( Nothing good )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Adapted from Haven 3x09, "Sarah". CW for an existential crisis, and thoughts of self-harm in the last scene. And time travel mayhem and the usual death and misery through the rest]