I just don't have time for anything anymore. The blast fairies are constantly whispering in my ears, asking for me to bring back Jack, telling me they'll be good. They killed my best purple roses and my head just...hurts. I don't know, I'm thinking of quitting school. At least for now. I need to focus on my son and getting my greenhouse back off the ground and fairy free.
[Private]
I don't want to think about being dead. I don't want to think about it and I don't want to talk about it and I don't think anyone understands that. It was...so cold and dark and quiet. I don't think I ever EVER want to be anywhere that quiet again. I want loud and I want bright and full of people. That's what I want.
[.private][Private to Ned]
Thank you. I know your gift isn't exactly something you enjoy and you may not have brought me back on purpose but thank you. You don't know how much it means to me. I hope you enjoy the flowers.
[.private]
I'm going to go put Jack down and then take a nap.