You want to change?

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 It's been replaced by a sweet, cozy apartment, decorated in light colors.]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.

I don't remember booking a cruise...

I mean, my room is nice, and the service here seems great--I'm not complaining. I just really don't remember a thing, not even my own name. Judging from all the other entries here, nobody does. I think I'd be worried if I had even the slightest clue to go by.

And I think whoever stayed in this room before me left some personal belongings by mistake, because there's a picture of a guy I've never even met before on the bedside stand. It's even framed, so it must be pretty important to whoever forgot it.

Is anyone missing a photo of a rather large man with curly hair? He's kind of cute