It's almost odd, the way one grows used to this place after enough time passes.

It's been peaceful, lately -- I hope that it stays this way.

Haha -- it's been years since I've last seen snow. It's a somewhat strange feeling, but not in a bad way. I suppose it's a refreshing new start from everything that happened?

I'm not sure if everyone here celebrates the same holidays, but I hope that everyone is well, nonetheless.

[ click! as it starts recording, but there's only silence for a long, long moment, as if he's unsure of what to say. finally, he decides on the blunt truth, but he sounds exhausted when he speaks -- not just physical fatigue, but maybe something a little worse than that. ]

Harvey Dent is dead.