So where can I find the good drug dealers in this town?

.. Okay. This is bloody weird. Just how did I go from a beach in Bristol to here and not even remember the trip? I'd assume it was a friend's prank. Maybe Tony but he.. well, doubt he'd be up for that stuff just yet. Chris, maybe. Except that wouldn't explain why I felt this urgent need to walk to this apartment and not stop til I get there. Name's on the key, so obviously someone knows me here. Fridge has all my favorite foods too. Nice, more extra weird. But a good kind of weird, I guess. It's great food.

I need to get back. A vacation in the States does sound nice, but I should be in school.Classes. And there's a drama play involving some dance that I should practice. And.. my friend. I need to check on him to see how he's doing. He's better, but I usually come by now and then. Even if he was a bit of a wanker before and during Russia, he's still a friend and part of the gang, so I need to Plus, I don't have a passport on me. Hopefully there isn't an issue for that. Then again, maybe they'd just deport me back to home. Maybe my friends are here too? Sid, Anwar? Chris? Tony and his sister, maybe? Any of them, really.