I went back home. I saw old friends, some family. Jim, Clara, even Thomas showed up.
None of it felt real. Like a dream I had woken up from, but they were all still there, all still in that dream, like nothing had happened.
I ate at the curry place around the corner from my old apartment. It tasted just like it used to, and I felt so angry for some reason. I couldn't finish.
I was planning on staying there for a few weeks, and I left after one day.
I'm glad they are all happy, and safe.
I'm really really REALLY glad.
I don't think I'll go back there for a while.
-Journal of Gerda the Demon Slayer