I really don't know what to say that isn't horribly sappy and I know he isn't really the biggest fan of horribly sappy but -- but -- but. But.

I'm just glad I have him.

I hope Mister Zachery likes his room.

I don't belong here, though. I didn't mean to upset Hollow, I really didn't. And it isn't wrong no more'n is wrong for cats to eat fish -- I just -- I made him sad, I could see it. And he gets that all the time up top I'm sure but he shouldn't get it down here, not down here in his home -- I can't stay here, not where I might upset people.

Also, my wolf-angel was real. He saved my life (ruined my death?) and I thought I'd imagined him, but he's real. I should have hugged him maybe but I was sort of busy being -- I don't know. Shocky. That seems to be my default state these days.



Redecorating. With Super Soakers.


(And Jax is gone from the Tunnels again! It was a brief stay. He has left them v. scrubbed clean in his wake, though. And slightly redecorated. Cheerfully.)

Home. I ain't sure I know anymore what that means. I ain't sure anymore I've got one.

But I've got safe, and quiet, and --

and cookies.

She really is very nice.