I really don't write enough, do I? I think I've fallen out of the habit since I got here- haven't been involved in alchemic research now for quite some time.

...damn, wait, is that really the date? That means this week last year, I arrived here. I've been in this world for nearly a year.

And that means it's been nearly a year since the first time Al and I...

[ooc: Strikes not actually that hard to read. XD]

EDIT: [Screened from a certain Teacher] Oh HELL. AL.

...Teacher's here.

I'm...not too sure how this happened.

No, that's not true.  I was going through the Gate, from Amestris and to what I thought would be Germany, but ended up here instead.  Wherever here is.  I hadn't counted on the Gate leading to more than two places, but apparently it does.  I shouldn't be surprised by this, should I?

I wish I knew more about this place that I've arrived at.   I've done this before, accustomed myself to a new world.  Only last time I had my father, and even though it was him, it was better than nothing.  I don't know how I feel about finding myself in a new world again.

Though it doesn't really matter where I am, does it?  Alfons already said goodbye, and then I told Alphonse farewell, and that we would never see each other again.  So why does it hurt, to know that I'm in a world that likely has neither?

Because there is something very strange about this place.  There is a cuff on my wrist and someone told me that I've been drafted here.  As though they brought me here.  But it was the Gate, right? 

I'm...

...tired.  I've done enough traveling already, and here I thought I would finally get a chance to rest.