You want to change?

I think it's time I went home. I've said my goodbyes to those closest to me, and the longer I put it off, the harder it will be for me to leave. I know you probably don't hear much in the way of thanks, but...thank you, Admiral, for giving me the chance I never got in life.

This place has been my home for the past two years, and it will always have a place in my heart, along with all the friends I've made here. You mean so much to me, and I love you all.

Remember: there is always hope.

See you in another life.

Neil, we need to speak. Today.

Do you know where my room is?

Neil, get back to me please. I need to know if you're okay.

I'm helping out in the infirmary, and I want you here with me.

[SO. Libby's back from her off-Barge hiatus at a potentially humiliating time, but she's back. She's clearly feeling happy, but sheepish, too.]

I'm sorry if I worried anyone, leaving like that. I had just enough time to pack a few things before I was whisked away, so I didn't get much more notice than anyone else, but I want everyone to know now that I was perfectly okay. I'd like to make it up to those nearest and dearest to me; you know who you are, so...

[She reaches out of frame and comes back with a basket.]

Who wants muffins! Hugo and I made way too many...

[Musical shenanigans are likely to occur in comment threads!]

Well, that was...different. I definitely enjoyed myself. I hope nobody was traumatized by it.

In other news, I've recovered enough to be released. I'll still need to take it easy for a while, but just the thought of sleeping in my own bed again has me ecstatic.


[Private to Mozenrath]

How did the breach treat you?

[Libby's comm catches a few shots of the ceiling as she clutches it in mild panic, utters a rather masculine yelp and tumbles from her infirmary bed.]

Ow! I'm really going to feel that later...

[She turns her comm towards her, to film, when she notices that it's on. Might as well, right? She just would have made an entry later. And right now...she looks like Hurley, and she's rubbing the hip she landed on. She already knows who she's become--she doesn't need a mirror, it's fairly obvious by itself. So she's smiling.]

Mozenrath? This is Libby. I need to know whether or not you've been affected, so get back to me, okay? Also: Martha, Morgan, Billy, West...if you remember anything, Ruby, Sam, Jack, Desmond--how are you guys faring?

[She prods at her stomach quickly, feeling for the area where her her abdomen should still be healing, and then turns to reassure the doctor closest to her, whoever that is.]

I'm fine, the wounds are gone! Just banged my hip.


[OOC: The Jack she's talking to is Jack Shephard, and she thinks that should be obvious. Ditto to Sam Tyler.]

[Judas transferred some of his blood into Libby while it still contained healing nanomites. They were weaker for her, and self-terminated only a few hours later, but slightly accelerated her recovery to the point where she's regaining consciousness today. She can be heard groaning, and then her breath catches in her throat. She's touched her face and found the gouges to still be there--healing slowly, but there.]

I...

[She makes a pained noise. Yep, she just prodded at her stomach LIKE A BOSS. Smart.]

I didn't die. Why...?

Oh, god...

[Libby's groaning. Why? Because she's re-reading her last entry for the third or fourth time. It is not good.]

I am...so sorry for what I broadcast in my drunken stupor. If I'd actually been drunk on alcohol, I'm pretty sure I would have been in blackout territory and remember none of it. I think I'd like that more.

Why my mind turns to sex whenever I'm drunk, I don't even know...

On another note, does anyone know where Martha is? I checked her room and the infirmary, but I can't seem to find her. There are important things we need to discuss.

[LOL NOT REALLY. She wants to talk to her because this is embarrassing and Martha will understand. :c ]

[Libby looks different than she did when she left. For one, she looks completely rested; secondly, she's dressed in prettier clothes than usual. She's practically glowing, and she actually looks completely happy for the first time since she first came aboard. Then there's the matter of her room, part of which can be seen behind her--it isn't the Hatch anymore. It's been replaced by a sweet, cozy apartment, decorated in light colors.]

Well...I'm back.

[She's smiling.]

I missed you guys, and I can't wait to play catch-up. It's been a long time for me, I think...how much time has passed here? Tell me what I've missed!

[And then she nibbles at her bottom lip. Uh-oh, Libby is concerned.]

It kind of sounds like things have gone to hell here, from the posts on the network. Is there anything I can do to help?

I hate to do this so soon...I hadn't planned for this to happen yet, but the truth is simply that I can't bear to wait anymore.

I'm going back to my world--at least, I think that's where I'm headed. I don't know why, or how, but something is telling me that there's someplace I could have been all this time, and I've just been too stubborn to accept it. I think that someone might be waiting on me. I don't know if that means I'm getting a second chance at life, or...well, whatever else it could possibly signify. I'm sure of very little right now, except the near-certainty that I'll be seeing Hugo again. That's why I can't wait around anymore.

I don't know how long I'll be there, and how long that will equate to here. Despite this, I can promise you that I will be back. I've made connections here that I'd never want to lose, and I promised a few people I'd stay on for awhile longer.

All of my close friends--you know who you are--and maybe a few others will receive letters from me, if I can find a way to send them.

Ruby, I'll help you more when I return. I'm so sorry, but I stalled this for as long as I could.

I'll be gone by morning. Until then, I'm here to talk. I don't want to leave without saying goodbye.