I wish for things that I don't need, and what I chase won't set me free

Companion, thank you again for the wonderful time on Saturday. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. It was a great night, in spite of- any drunken shenanigans. I half expected such a thing to happen.

Phoenix and Rocket, Bridge and I very much appreciate your offers, but we decided it's best to just move into our own place for now. We might change our minds in the future, though. We're in the process of moving our stuff there, so if anyone wants to or needs to look for us, the, ah, "Sa-wingin' Bachelor Pad" (as Bridge calls it) is now in Section Three.

[OOC: Insert map drawn here.]

I'm feeling a little odd leaving this place behind, though. It's been our home for a long, long time.

... hey Scales.

You bastard.

Going and disappearing on us like that? After you were going to reform the Guard with us? And came down into the cloudy Wilderness to help me? We were starting to get along. I really liked you. Lots of us liked you, even though you seemed to think nobody did.

[Scribbles.]

I respected you. I respected

[A teardrop smudges the ink.]

Yeah, he's really gone. Bastet checked for me.

I can't deal with this right now. I need to be by myself- or maybe I need someone- I don't know

I found something... something I'm sure belonged to me, though it doesn't really seem like something I'd have.

Does that make sense at all?

It's a bracelet. It's broken, it's simple and silver and has the letters S.P.D. on it, but for some reason it's making me feel- strong and conflicting emotions. I half feel like I should get it repaired and wear it, but there's also something deeply unsettling about it. Probably because I got a

Stupid, huh? There's nothing special about it, so there's no real reason I can think of that it would make me feel strange.

[OOC: The struck-out bit is still visible. Characters are welcome to suspect that he found a Memory Crystal and prod him. ;)]

... I sent one of my shirts to be washed the other day and it never came back. Instead I got this weird hoodie with a picture of a guy with orange hair on it. It says, among other things, "nottoushi".

Does this belong to someone else? Let me know and I'll return it.

[There are several half-formed words at the top of the entry, before he finally begins to write, carefully.]

Bubbles, I very much appreciate your gift of flowers.

I, too, hope this awful cloud of anger I always carry with me breaks someday.

In fact, I already feel it lifting.