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Back to work for me.

My face healed up really nicely, no scar or anything. Modern medicine's a marvel.

Screw this alias crap. I want my brothers, Mike.

Leo. Donny. Where the hell are you? I'll hunt down your butts if I have to.

It's not exactly the Palace, but it's close enough.

Y'know, if I were a complete dork, I'd start singing something like "New York, New York." Thankfully for everyone around, I'm not, so you're safe.

Sadly, I don't think my hair is EVER gonna stop looking windblown, after everything.

I guess it wouldn't be a real "welcome back to New York" without an attempted mugging. Though I did live here for about ten years before I left, and it never happened before. I guess it was bound to one day.

Concussions hurt a lot more than I thought they would. And now I have to wait for the stitches to come out before I can go back to work. Guess I'll get a lot of reading done.

Awesome, my club's gone. Now I have to go find another job.

Leave New York for four years and everything goes away, I guess.

Hm. How . . . disconcerting.

A girl goes away for a little while, and everything goes haywire.

. . . Huh.

Would somebody care to explain- and this is a very rare request I'm about to make, so, don't any of you go off getting something of a big head- and, please, in discrete details, how there seems to be some sort of a... documented series about me?

And I mean, really, they haven't even gotten the title right. Doctor Who? Seriously? It's bad enough I've got to go about hearing that everywhere I turn, but now this? Oh, I bet that sits well with the viewers at home. "Did you watch that show on the telly?" "Which show?" "Oh, Doctor Who." "What?" "No, no, Doctor Who." "I hardly know what you're going on about. How do you even know what you're watching, if you're not even sure which doctor you're watching?!"

Well, at least I look rather nice, don't I? And the suit, that is a very good colour on me...

Hope no one missed me too much.

Check out my new car.

( Bella )

I see people speaking about the joys of education and will post once again that in the fall I will be opening up a school for our poor dears here that need to finish their education. I know a great deal of us are out of our realm, literaly, be it time wise or world wise. I am still looking for those that could be of help teaching the dears. If you perhaps will need to finish your education or would like to help please let me know.

I love my new flat.

Er. Apartment. I have to remind myself I'm not in London anymore.

Home sweet home, I guess.