SECOND CHANCES NET

I don't remember taking a trip to San Fran.

Man, why couldn't I time travel back to the 1980s? The hair, the music, the chicks...everything was on point. Instead I'm here. Joy of joys.

Someone want to tell me what's really going on? I didn't really listen to the goon who gave me this phone.

Huh. Last I remember it was damn near Halloween. Now we're looking fown the barrel to St Pat's. What's up with that? Last I checked, my name ain't Rip Van Winkle. It's Jesse. Jesse Custer, if that rings any bells for anyone? Not looking for trouble, just want to know what in the hell is going on right now, and why I'm here.

There have been so many advances since the time Edmund and I cam here for. It's honestly pretty incredible, but I find myself feeling a bit at a loss for what to do with myself. I was working toward a career in medicine at home, but I have a feeling I'd have a lot to catch up on to resume my studies here. I'm not quite sure where to start, if I'm being honest.

I suppose it's something to talk to Ms. Smith about, but I was wondering if any of my fellow displaced had any recommendations.

I guess it's my turn to send everyone gift baskets.

...wasn't she just precious?

I'm just excited I can reach the cookies on the top shelf again.

I'm mad about Peni. That's what I don't like about this place, you don't get to say goodbye. It might not be as frustrating if maybe you knew it was coming.