Entry 1
It's so odd living here. Everyone walks on the ground, no one's afraid for their lives, and tea would fall under the category of "controlled substances." (I'm still trying to figure out what that means.) I'm finally learning more about Alice's life. Her mother's a bit edgy around me at times, but I'm working on her. I found a little place down the road that sells tea and brown sludge--I mean, um, coffee. I'm working there now. Trading in money. Pieces of paper. Whoever heard of trading things of value for pieces of paper?