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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[notsatanscamaro]

You went home for five months? Did you remember this place?

[unfinishedstory]

No... I only got back my memories from here when I returned.

Does anything that happens here really matter? If we go home with none of it?

[notsatanscamaro]

I like to think it does. The people that I have met and the experiences that I have had...I don't really wish to lose those memories.

[unfinishedstory]

I... I don't want to lose them either.

I like myself better here than I do at home, I just-

*Clare isn't sure how to word it, so she moves on.* Maybe its because my world doesn't have anything like this. That your world might let you keep these memories.