[Sometime after this, Agito fell asleep in the column-thing Ed had trapped him in.

Sometime after, his left hand flicked up and shifted the eyepatch across. And since his comm is still on, this is being broadcast still.

At first it's quiet, then a soft sniffing can be heard. He shifts across the floor carefully to press his hands against the wall, then turns to lean back against it, arms circling around his legs]

*sniff* E-Edward-san...let us o-out, please... [His voice is shaky] I d-don't want- *sniff* -to be in h-here anymore...

[Why yes...she is talking to herself. And no...in predictable fashion she doesn't realize her device is on.]

ALRIGHT! Mom never kept one herself, but she said it was probably a good thing to document your thoughts.... Mm... probably especially in a place like here.  [You can hear a yawn, and some paper flipping, before she starts speaking in a lower voice, obviously reading over what she had written.]

Dear Mom,

I've only been here a couple of days now, and although it should be be a little daunting, suddenly finding yourself in a prison and all, It hasn't really been too hard here. Except for the fact that with so much on my mind...I can't sleep tonight. It's probably common for those who are new. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has suffered from a bit of insomnia. The day was at least good, though. I even went bowling, but I think the original reason for our going wasn't really to play the game...

I wasn't very good. When the ball came back up the ally, it was really surprising too.

I still need to find a way to help return Kyou-kun and Hatsuharu-san home. I know that they are both really good people, and for them to be forced into a position like this...it just feels...really wrong. They already deal with so much. I hope that there is something I can do for them. Also...I hope that....you aren't too disappointed with me. I know I said that last time, too, but...

As always I am trying my best. I still don't understand this place very well...but everyone has been very kind and welcoming. I hope that while here I get to meet many more wonderful people!

Oh yes. I also still can't help but keep wondering since someone mentioned it to me, What does it mean to 'Not drop the soap'? I think it takes a lot more to break it than a single fall. It's really easy for it to slip out of your hands... the individual seemed concerned though. Maybe I should buy extra soap...

Your daughter always, Tohru.

[A small pause, before the sound of the journal closing.]

There...

[Ed comes wandering back into his room after a horrible day involving a blind date and a battle in the hallway and, upon reaching the bed, flings himself upon it face-first without removing any of his clothes, good hand pressed to his side over a wound.... which promptly reopens and bleeds. This only registers in his exhausted mind a moment later.]

...Ow. Shit, that hurt...