Ruminations of an Afterlife

Okay. I am actually using the journal Peter made me a long time ago under duress. Peter's being a jackarse and there's things I want to say without him seeing. I can't believe I actually just said that...

Having shocked myself, (and rest assured I now feel suitably guilty) I'll move on. The reason I'm being all hidey? Peter's bad. He's not getting better. And this most likely means that Mary and I will be stuck here for a very long time. It's already been over two weeks. Okay, only by two days. But if memory serves, the pangs can start as early as three. It's never bad that early, but it gets worse fast. And while I could just...deal, I'd rather not. I don't want to watch Mary go through it either. And Joe and Julian are coming in to town on Friday and chances are if Joe and Julian come, it will serve as a sort of stampede and Adam and Violet will too. So there's already going to be issues with...hiding me.

Get to the point, Thomas. Right. I was trying to think of a way to sort of...'solve' both problems at once. Peter clearly still needs someone. My connection here is as strong as it was when Kat was going through hell and she needed me. If someone else were here for him...it would take that connection from me. I could go for a few days, and then come back. Like Mary and William did before. The only person I can think of though is...Robert. I don't know if he'd agree. And Spectre, if you didn't want to see him, I could always ask Rolf. If...everyone thinks it's okay. And I suppose the same could be done again for Mary with William but...only if that is okay with you, Aly. And William, of course.

I'm trying to be proactive. It makes me feel like I'm actually accomplishing something...