66. 45 - Extract from the Notebook of Bex Shadownight
We arrived at the docks today. Why we had to dock in the harbour farthest from the Manor, though, was completely beyond me. Patrick said it was something about ship maintenance or whatever (between you and me, I bet it's because of the local taverns), but now Aldrin and I will have to make the journey home tomorrow. I don't think travelling through the night is a good idea with Cortés with us, although he seems intrigued by the place. You'd think he's never seen a tiny island before.
Queenie didn't care about any of that. She took off, totally sober (or at least, I'm hoping), as soon as we hit land. I assume she's heading to the Manor, but I don't know. I'm not really sure why she's here or why she coincidentally happened to be floating around in the ocean as we passed by. I'm not saying that stuff like that doesn't happen, but I'm talking about Queenie here. Girl who took off to kill her ex when she was like thirteen? I must have been nine or something, it feels so long ago...
Anyway, I asked Aldrin why he'd been so quiet lately. The guy can go on and on about literally anything under the sun, but he's become all pensive-like. Weird. He mumbled something about Eomer and I didn't really want to get into a Lord of the Rings fan-fest (because... well, because Aldrin would do most of the talking and I would have to tell him to shut up so many times. Aldrin is the Lord of the Lord of the Rings), so I didn't press for answers. I sat by our text-book campfire and poked the flames.
I'd get to see Damon soon. And Topaz and Tori and Midnight.
Oh my God, I could totally piss her off by telling her I killed her ex-boyfriend. Did Vasquez even get that far in the relationship? Was that the correct term? Vasquez = boyfriend? Chills and shivers all over, I'm telling you. Uncle Tom can be strange, but I really didn't think people could get weirder than him. And, naturally, Aunt Midnight knows this weirder-than-Uncle-Tom guy and has had a deep (and meaningful?) relationship with him.
I'm so tired. I can't wait to get home and take like a fifteen hour bath. I hope Damon doesn't worry too much... And if Queenie gets home tonight, everyone will know that we've come back. That will stay all their worrying. I wonder if they'll send for us or something.