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An unfortunate thing about being so focused on the past is that one often forgets about the present and completely disregards the possibility of a future.

This whole situation has given me a massive migraine, you know.

I'm just glad I didn't experience a regression myself. Ungh.

While this is by far the least violent transition from one world to another, from the sky to the ground, from up to down, I must say it is the most confusing.

I don't think I'm in the Vinkus anymore.

Matt? Mohinder? What's going on?

This is...odd. Can someone explain how I woke up in an apartment that isn't my own?

... the hell?

This place is most troubling.

To stay in such an area for so long is both foolish and an act of unbalance.

Red would have a field day with what her perceives as his infamous "insults". You are all very lucky he is not here. Were he, this place would be out of business in a matter of simple seconds.

Well, this location is quaint. I suppose it's fine as long as the neighbors aren't too nosy. I'm a private person, you must understand.

Captain of our fairy band,
    Helena is here at hand,
        And the youth, mistook by me,
            Pleading for a lover’s fee.
                Shall we their fond pageant see?
                    Lord, what fools these mortals be!

It's because of those like you, girl, that people fall upon the wrong path. Don't think I haven't noticed you others doing the same, however. We don't reveal the future for a reason, even if it is your past. This place isn't like any other and its history will not bear resemblance to yours.

It's funny how being buried in a mountain of books can cheer me up, even if I do smell like dusty library now.

Oh, Juno's CUNT!

Where in the name of Jupiter am I?

Getting my heart broken by a hot young redhead sucked beyond compare.

Now who the fuck will I go out to the clubs with? New York sucks when you don't have someone to hang out with.

New York City, not a bad place to settle down.

Sisters, I am quite bored.

This isn't a request for any of you to stir up trouble, but I would not mind some company.

So. Anyone care to explain to me why I can suddenly breath?

Last I remember, I was in a rather secure cell six feet under.

Is it just me or has the hunting been kind of slow lately?

Being dead was a lot like being on an episode of Trisha. As entertaining as it was, I’d rather not do that again.

Yeah, being dead is entertaining when your life is a supernatural soap opera. Dying on Good Friday and coming back to life on Easter just proves that it’s a funny supernatural soap opera.

Any Jesus jokes will result in me killing you. Apart from Brian, he has a couple of freebies due to the fact that he put up with everyone’s shit and made sure nobody saw me naked while I was dead. He’s also the only person that can actually keep sane in a crisis. I know, even I’m surprised.

Brian’s freebies cannot be bought from him with money or sexual favours. I decide who gets to make the Jesus jokes. Brian doesn’t control who I do and do not kill.