It's a little easier to be optimistic now that I can walk around without my legs giving out. The being alive thing is nice, too.
Seeing as I didn't introduce myself properly last time, I'll do that now-- my name is is Rachel Dawes. I'm still not entirely sure what the story on this place is; I would appreciate it if someone could fill me in. And I could use a more permanent place to stay, I've spent more than enough time staring at the walls of this clinic for my liking.
Bruce... we need to talk.
This might sound a little strange, but I was wondering...
is there anyone else here that is supposed to be dead right now? It's such a strange feeling and-- it would be nice to know I'm not the only one.