I Like Airplanes. I Like Anywhere That's Not A Proper Place.

bArnABas ate my phone. So any vOicemAIl I may have mIssed, I do apologize. Please, uNtil FurthEr noTice, use mY emAil, as it is aLl I hAve.

bROthEr. If I could have.. twelve woRds? iT's aBOut mY dREaMs. (iF those counT, I nEEd... siXTeen.)

The one living attempted reincarnate extraction case handled by the Agency is a woman by the name of Sarah Milifax.

She is housed in Bedlam, and has not been coherent in five years.

Every day I'm myself, I consider going to... finish what I did to her. Letting her rest. She's in so much pain.


.pots siht ekam enoemoS

( Private )

Elizabeth, any progress on the sundial? I know you've been working in Storage, lately- we've been looking for it. It needs to be wound, apparently.

I know, it doesn't make any sense. But it might help... something.

I need to get out of the office. I need to at least attempt normality, for a day. Any suggestions?

The equinox wasn't anywhere near as weird as it was last year- of course, just when I think I'm over the egg catastrophe, Easter has to rear its ugly head and remind me. Her, really. I think.

Anyhow. Now that I can, I wanted to apologize to those of you who... noticed, my time away. I can't honestly say I remember why I left, but I'm back now, and that's the important part.

Taylor- I'm craving waffles. That is, assuming, we can go somewhere that I can reasonably avoid eggs. If that's reasonable at all.

( I was thinking. I can do that. )

( Still do that. Think. )

( Even when I forget how to... )

( How to... what was I saying? )

( You don't want my name. You really don't. I don't want my name sometimes, and I'm sort of used to it. It would really mess you up. )

( Some days I feel like Rita Marlowe in 'The Wayward Bus'. You ever see that movie? )