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Weird as this place is, it's still much better than prison.

This is not the Empress.

This is not my quarters.

And the open ocean is no longer outside my window.

WHERE THE BLOODY HELL AM I!?

Well I must say this is rather disappointing. There I was sitting in my piano bar in my self created reality then all of a sudden here I am sitting in some apartment which, while nicely decorated, is not mine.

There are only two people I can blame for this it was either my dear creator or it was my dear brother Michael.

What's this, then? Pretty sure it isn't Stokely. Mum? Dad?

Robin?

Ian? Pete?

. . . Vlad? Anyone?