Alright so... I think I owe a few apologies, though... under the circumstances of my arrival I feel I was mostly in the right, for the record.

Anyway, Andromeda: Sorry for punching and kicking you. I have bad memories with your sister and all that and... yeah. That's about as good as I can manage right now.

And everyone else, now that I feel less crazy I suppose I should introduce myself. Name's Marlene McKinnon. According to this journal thing, I'll be your new island laundry whore. Sorry, is there a better term for it? I can't help if I'm a little salty that my talents will be wasted away in a godforsaken washroom. But on the upside, piss me off and you'll have no knickers. Fair warning.

Also, to everyone I do know, come pay me a visit now that I'm not stark raving, yeah? Hospitals smell weird and I fucking hate it here. Also, sneak me whiskey. Please and thank you.