Sailor Sprout Peaches, reporting in!
He's gone, how could this happen? I hate this place and the forest and the rats and the dirt but I didn't think…anyone would… (crudely drawn emoji sad face)
We pushed on past the hordes but does any of that matter? I put on a cute fake smile of a show and everyone clapped but what are we doing? How will we get home? We'll just be set on fire there, or crushed by rat ogres here. Maybe he's in a better place than these two worlds. Gotta find some vodka and pour some out for him, words and smiling and positivity just can do anything for me like they normally do.
Question of the Day: What happens to a soul? Will we be joining him soon?
This is Sailor Sprout Peaches, drinking way too much…(there's lots of cider spills and tears on the paper)