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Neria has gone. This world takes people away so freely, and you can't even mourn them because they've just gone back to their home, where they will never know the people they spend time with here.

It's terrible and I hate everything and have no more wine. Isabela? You're not gone, are you? You always have something to drink.

This has to be some sort of HYDRA plot. I mean, I'm no superhero, but I'm not stupid. Fairytales? Honestly.

The woman who greeted me said some of my friends were here but I almost hope she's wrong. It'd be nice to have people who I trust here. Downside to that being that if I'm right, Steve and Natasha were captured. I need a drink.

I don't understand.

I mean, I got the explanation from the person who gave me this phone thing, but it still doesn't make any sense. This can't be a simulation, but

From what I've learned here, it seems like to prepare properly for life in this town, I would have been better off reading comic books and cartoons than I was doing anything of use. At least then I'd have some idea what anyone was talking about.

It's an odd comfort to know that even in an alternate world inhabited by fairy tales, American teenagers have no sense of history.

How is it that where I fell asleep last night is completely different than where I woke up?

I think I need to go grocery shopping... again.

Fitz, if you're not busy, do you want to do something tonight? I need a break from the wayward assassins club. Or... they need a break from me.

[Filtered to Jay-bird]

By the way, a nice boy named Remus was asking for help with cooking. I said you might be able to give him a hand. He also says he'll pay you for your time if you're interested in that.

It's St Georges Day today, which seems like its a bigger deal in Romania than here... still, definitely an excuse for the pub.

Although then again, the bloke did kill a dragon. So that's not cool.

I feel like if I don’t learn to cook anything besides pasta and microwavable almost-meats soon, I might develop scurvy. Or flu, at the very least.

Help?

I think I've become more accustomed to this place. While it is still odd, being some approximation of alive again, it isn't quite as bad as it could have been. I still miss

Faith, if you drink straight from the milk carton again, I will shoot you. It will be somewhere non-fatal, but painful. Just thought you'd like to know.

I've been here for almost a year now, but there are still things that I miss about my old life. Is that the right term? I'm not entirely sure. Either way, aside from before meeting The Doctor, this is the longest I've ever been in one place. I don't think I'll ever not miss traveling in the TARDIS with Amy and The Doctor. I'm just grateful that Amy is here and that we're together.

Any of you people play an instrument or belong in a band?