® .087. this is a test of the emergency freak out broadcasting channel.
Right.
So... all the weird dreams've turned out to be real.
That bit where they tell you, well, least from what pieces I can puzzle back together - but they say you forget.
But... I've been - [She's not even sure if she can consider it gone because she wasn't back home, but she certainly wasn't here. Not in the castle.] - away.
Anyone wanna scan my brain? Maybe some sonic something 'r other?
(ooc: I am still tagging the log posts at her bakery and her starting to remember, so anyone is welcome to still tag those - I just wanted to get her journal entry up, since I know a lot of people didn't run into her in Paris.)