PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Welcome to Los Angeles, the nation's mental institution.

For those who are concerned, the Doctor's safe and sound with me.

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We've got a dilemma.

I have an [address] that Lindsey apparently gave to Sam, who then gave to me. Thing is, one minute I'm being told it's where Sam and Willow are, and the next, it's apparently a trap. Now I'm leaning toward Lindsey wanting a total bloodbath for whoever shows up at this place, but what if Willow and Sam are there? So I think it's worth a look, and I'm going.

Hey, it's Damien. I'm not really doing anything for awhile. Would you like to hang out sometime? Maybe kill some people? Show off our talents?

Effective immediately, everyone involved in Angel Investigations will be required to learn at least basic self defense. There will be twice-weekly training sessions in the gym in Krav Maga, taught by myself. This is a very basic, extremely effective method of self defense.

You're only excused from the lessons with clearance from me.

Further training will be optional, and made available as soon as I get some instructors. If anyone wants to offer their services for this, let me know.

( filtered to future!Hiro )

( filtered to Jack Landors )

( filtered to Davy Jones )

( filtered to Nathan Petrelli and Charlie Andrews )

I really wish I had some kind of idea how I got here. This has got to be the strangest thing that's ever happened. And thats saying something considering my boss is a big blue talking dog and I'm a power ranger from 2025. It scared me because it sort of reminded me of a time I was captured by this monster named Bork and woke up in a shrinking room. I sat there for a few moments and checked the walls to make sure they weren't closing in on me, and then the hallway. Now I'm almost ninety five percent sure that it isn't some kind of death trap-and wished I had some buttery toast. If it had been a death trap, I probably wouldn't have had a computer and would have been locked in that room. I guess it probably wouldn't have had a bed either.

I wish I could sleep. I'm so sleepy..but I can't. Unless I am sleeping and I'm dreaming but I'm not awake to tell myself that I'm dreaming. I felt something Something bad evil. I've gotten this bad feeling that I've had before. And that time it came true. Last time I had this feeling it was fighting giant robots, but this time..was something different all together. It had fangs. Last time I checked giant robots didn't have fangs. Do they even have teeth? There was a girl wearing dog tags made of some kind of silvery shiny metal. Curly brown hair and a crossbow. I don't think it was going to end well..But I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all and with a a terrible headache. I haven't been able to get back to sleep to see how it's going to end.

I don't like it here at all. The whole place just gives me a really bad feeling.

I'm having a strange day.

I went to sleep in an entirely different country yesterday. And then I woke up here. In America.

That probably sounds insane. And it is.

All of this time in prison and you didn't think you'd go mad? Come on, Michael.