This place...this place makes us think of things that we miss, doesn't it? I've been doing just fine. I know there's a war here to fight and to win. But then, my dream last night...it made me think of him. Of there. And it's ironic, because the entire time that I was there, we were wishing we could escape to the real world.
I'm not old enough to drink, but I could use a distraction here. I...I've never missed him more than I do now.
I can bake cookies. That's what I'm going to do. Would anyone have any requests?