So, after doing some thinking, I decided that even after living here as long as I have, I don't really know anyone yet. So I've decided to remedy that by hosting an Easter dinner at my flat, and whoever wants to come is invited. Please drop an RSVP and I'll send you the address. I'll be making a ham and a salad and having some wine and fizzy drinks, but if there's something you'd like to bring, please do. I'm on a tight budget and could use the help.

( Private to Sherlock. Crap security. )

Yesterday, I awoke in the Hospital Wing-

No, that's not right. Just the hospital. Yesterday I awoke in the hospital, only to be told my life was a thing of fiction.

Last night proved to me without a doubt that the life I knew before could not have been fictional.

I had hoped- No. Nevermind. Sirius? James? Peter? If any of you have found yourself, or do find yourself, in the company of strangers here like I am. If you see this. Oh I do hope you see this. Please send word to me.

By owl or post or whatever means available. Even through these strange devices.

Just please let me know somewhere out there you are all right.