January 29th, 3 AM, Perma-Video.

[unfinishedstory]

*Camera comes on well before anything is set-up for it, even in the darkened room you can tell someone is fumbling the camera into place. When Clare actually turns the lamp on so you can see... she does not look well. Not sick, just... whatever's going on she's freaked out in a way she hasn't been in Death City. And she has definitely been crying recently.*

I- I was home. I was home for five months! But- it hasn't been.

Was it a dream? But it couldn't be cause I'm physically older, so it had to be real. But I didn't have my scar there and I have it now, and- Where was I yesterday? Why did it all feel so real?

Maybe it finally happened, everything here has finally gotten to me.

Could someone please tell me what happened. Why does this place keep making things worse... *And in a much smaller voice, just before she cuts off the video* But it isn't like I want to go home...

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[unfinishedstory]

Right, it isn't all bad here... *Clare sounds distracted.*

But the question is if the bad at home is worse than the bad here...

I guess that's what's bothering me...

[quibbling]

It's not as though you need to decide right away. We wouldn't have a choice even if you did.

[unfinishedstory]

I guess. Just... I wish things would just once be stable.

I'm tired of guessing where my footing is.