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[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.

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The concept has been broached since I got here.

[More than once.]

A friend of mine from my world is also on the turtle, and he comes from a further point in time. He's told me I'm not dead, and neither is my wife- so it's pretty obvious I didn't die before I came here.

And you give no credence to these reports of alternate worlds, and so on?

I do, I have known people from alternate worlds in this place actually. But a couple of questions made it clear we were from the same world.

[And he trusts him.]

I see. I suppose that would be very convincing.

Maybe if you had someone from your world in your place accepting it would be easier.

Maybe.

[Probably not. The only people who've died in recent memory are pirates. Well... there's always Weatherby.

He tries to imagine shuffling the governor around the Turtle. No.]

You don't sound so sure.

[He's come across some people who didn't even want to go back to their worlds. Understandable in some cases.]

For my own part, I know myself to be dead. Presumably any others from my, ah, world, would have to be the same, to have made it here. I prefer to think that they live on.

And you wouldn't want them in this place because that would mean they died themselves. Understandable, I suppose.

I'm sorry to hear it though, being in this place can be taxing when you're on your own. [Clark's way of advising him to make friends...]

[Friends? How do 'friends'?]

Indeed.

[Since James himself is dead, he sees no other way for his companions to arrive here. Besides, it's not like he has a good relationship with anyone back home.]

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