I trust everyone's gone back to their original genders and stowed their memories back up behind safe walls for now.

Tick-tock, listen to the clock.

And as for the health of those, are people still sick? I'm hungry, a girl needs to eat, and sick people taste terrible

[Private to Nigel | unhackable]

I'll put them somewhere special.

It's only been snowing a short amount of time and I'm already sick of it. Fixing the undercarriage of a car can only occupy so much of my time.

I don't remember much of the last time I was here. A few things, here and there. I'm curious to know how long most people seem to spend here. Some people have been here a very long time. Long enough for me to remember them, slightly.

Oh, but I did manage to find a snowglobe filled with Baltimore. It's not Windhoek, but I can't expect perfection, can I?

I believe it's very rude to shoot someone.

Even if they did tell you that wearing a size four pair of skinny jeans when one is clearly a size six makes you look fat. If I was offensive simply saying so would suffice, although I maintain that I spared them a day of humiliation.

I do not like being shot.

[But on the plus side, she's not hungry anymore]

All the noise.

But it's all right. Just don't touch anything, or break anything valuable, please.

I added the please to be particularly forthcoming about it.

I hope everyone had a satisfactory Halloween. It's never been a holiday I celebrated beyond the age of fifteen, but people certainly seemed like they were getting into character.

That is the phrase, isn't it? Although I never understood the lure of some costumes. Although I have to commend you, City, for not having a someone dress up as a werewolf where the impressionables could see it. And myself.

At any rate. I've examined the Garage from tip to bottom, and decided that it's in fine condition, if a little bit dusty. Is anyone looking for a job? I would prefer you at least know the difference between a diesel engine and a gas turbine engine, but if I have to teach you, I suppose it's entirely possible.

What's this?

Tick-tock, tick tock. I hear a clock but I don't see one.

I don't know where I am, and that's not particularly common. But it does seem very...I don't think familiar is the right term. Although it feels that, too. Interesting.

This isn't New York.

Hello. I'm lost.