It...it isn't fair. He's gone. And I didn't get to go with him.

So now he's back home with Al, and they're risking their lives and I'm stuck here, even more useless than before.

[teardrops on the page =( ]

I know we promised, but I can't help --

[sounds of her tinkering with something mechanical, and then a loud sigh]

What's the point.

[crashing noise as she shoves it off the desk, then picks up the journal]

Where is there to do around here?! I'm going stir crazy!! Everyone else seems content to sit around doing nothing all day (except arguing over a bunch of ducks), but I'm not!

Ed, I don't ( Read more... )

So.

Greed told me everything that you didn't.

Would you care to explain why I've found out more from him than you?

This place is so confusing, but some people actually don't mind it here. It's understandable in those...certain cases, but I wonder...when will I be able to go home?

Mr. Wolfwood, it was nice talking to you yesterday.

Ed, what have you been up to? Are you busy right now?

So.

I'm in a castle with a bunch of people from different worlds, some who have even died, plus ghosts and other strange creatures who sometimes appear. Not to mention that the one person I know well came from a point somewhere in the near future back home.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the "loss" thing.

[dictated sigh]

I don't even have my ( Read more... )

What the heck just -- WHERE AM I?!

Scar?! Did you run off somewhere?! What sort of trick is this...?

[Shuffling sounds as she finds the journal]

What kind of device is this? [It's obvious she is fascinated by it]

It keeps on writing words -- even what I say!! -- but what makes it work...

[Aaand, she's inspecting it]