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Today I moved out of Arkham...and in with Rachel. I don't know exactly how it happened, or even why; I only know that she offered and I found myself accepting, and being genuinely grateful for it.
This morning I underwent a final battery of tests, and I suppose the results must have been acceptable, because Doctor Leland presented me with a clean bill of health, as it were. That's right, kids, I'm declared legally sane. Which means from here on out, I suppose, I'm legally responsible for anything I say or do.
The first thing I did as a free man was to go visit the grave site. I wasn't exactly myself at the funeral, so I only have very vague memories of the place. It was...peaceful, surprisingly so. Even though the trees surrounding the plot are shriveled and dead now, and the wind is a bit too brisk for comfort, it seems like the kind of place he'd have liked when he was alive. And now... Now I hope he finally finds rest.
Doctor Leland gave me a few moments alone (to say my goodbyes) and Rachel came shortly after to pick me up and take me to her apartment. It'd been so long since I'd seen her cozy little dwelling, but it was almost exactly as I'd remembered. Still warm and welcoming, still distinctly Rachel. She's letting me stay in the guest bedroom, and it's obvious she's taken great strides to ensure my comfort. The sheets and bedspread are a vaguely masculine blue, and the bathroom even has men's razors thoughtfully placed on the counter top. I feel like I'm staying at a bed and breakfast or something. But I've decided it's not going to be like that, not this time. I am a guest in Rachel's home and I am going to do everything in my power to show her just how much I appreciate this - and her. I want to help out around the house whenever possible, and just generally earn my keep. I refuse to take her generosity and patience for granted.
This morning I underwent a final battery of tests, and I suppose the results must have been acceptable, because Doctor Leland presented me with a clean bill of health, as it were. That's right, kids, I'm declared legally sane. Which means from here on out, I suppose, I'm legally responsible for anything I say or do.
The first thing I did as a free man was to go visit the grave site. I wasn't exactly myself at the funeral, so I only have very vague memories of the place. It was...peaceful, surprisingly so. Even though the trees surrounding the plot are shriveled and dead now, and the wind is a bit too brisk for comfort, it seems like the kind of place he'd have liked when he was alive. And now... Now I hope he finally finds rest.
Doctor Leland gave me a few moments alone (to say my goodbyes) and Rachel came shortly after to pick me up and take me to her apartment. It'd been so long since I'd seen her cozy little dwelling, but it was almost exactly as I'd remembered. Still warm and welcoming, still distinctly Rachel. She's letting me stay in the guest bedroom, and it's obvious she's taken great strides to ensure my comfort. The sheets and bedspread are a vaguely masculine blue, and the bathroom even has men's razors thoughtfully placed on the counter top. I feel like I'm staying at a bed and breakfast or something. But I've decided it's not going to be like that, not this time. I am a guest in Rachel's home and I am going to do everything in my power to show her just how much I appreciate this - and her. I want to help out around the house whenever possible, and just generally earn my keep. I refuse to take her generosity and patience for granted.