I sit before the ferry - I wait for a ship to arrive. I itch to go to Branishor - somewhere else. Somewhere to take my mind off things and somewhere to stop me from being a boring shell.

(Ermin glances up around her)

Time passes so slowly...

Ryann left Valorn...he says he will return...all this leaving Valorn puts me to mind that maybe I'll be more at peace if I visited, just once, my home.

(Ermin closes her fist over the corner of the page, crushing it)

But I do not remember where my home is. Ha! I don't even remember where it is.

(the entry finishes here at an odd spot as if Ermin tired of writing and just took to sitting and staring out to the sea)