PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Lindsey McDonald, so help me God if I find out you and your lackies were responsible for this there is not going to be a single thing on this plane of existence or any other that will keep me from making you pay.

You never fully appreciate sarcasm until you can't use it anymore to express extreme annoyance with a situation.

What the hell was up with the flappy things in straight jackets?

Everyone all right? Everything still intact and not too badly damaged? No causalities, right?

I've been offered the chance to stay inside of your hotel before. Do you still have room?

Apparently binary counts as writing? 0s and 1s? I mean, I guess it's a language, but that's taking things too far. I couldn't speak, I couldn't code... man, did that get old quick. I never realised how much I take the sounds coming from other people's mouths for granted. And I'm going to stop underestimating the power of the supernatural now. Yeah.

That said all said? I am so behind where I thought I would be on the security system because of everything. This sucks.

On the bright side, I'm really glad they didn't end up killing us given that I like being alive so much, so, uh, thanks guys.

Merlin, and here I was having so much fun drawing stick figures in the dirt to communicate!

Boys and girls, this was a lesson in how one should never scoff jealously and snicker at those who can actually cast nonverbal and wandless spells. They might be dorks, but they'll be dorks with magic when it comes down to it.

This is not what I was expecting when she said 'message board'

Even with our voices back (and I do hope that doesn't happen here often) I'm afraid I'm still a bit lost. I was told to try and get in touch with... the Hyperion Hotel? How would one do that? The woman at the desk here didn't seem to believe that I wouldn't know how to use one of these machines.

I guess with a voice again, that would be the logical next course of action. Tabitha's beginning to suspect that this isn't a grand adventure her father will meet her at the end of.

Ah, the beauty of irony. Interestingly, while I've been positively dying to have my voice back, now I have nothing to say.

Except, maybe, what the hell?