Morning of the 17th [loss end]
[Dictated, in a slow, pensive tone]
At last, my body's been put right again. I don't know what that was all about.
I can remember all of it, though, existing parallel to my real childhood, though as strangely shadowed as if it all really did take place years ago.
I find this vaguely disconcerting.
[Filtered to Edward]
Thank you for the helicopter, and your friendship. The helicopter occupies a place of honor on my mantel now, and you are welcome to visit Sobek any time you wish.
[Filtered to the Question]
I wish to thank you for your kindness, knowing that I did not deserve it.
[Filtered to Rorschach]
We're not in our world anymore, and what happens to me doesn't matter here. If you still want your revenge, come take it. I'm ready.