Still Alright...kinda.

I know people have been pretty concerned about my well being. I just thought I'd use my twenty minutes of alloted internet time to check in and say hello.

Things have been pretty dead around here. Haha, get it? Oh come on who knew the stripper had a sense of humor, right? When you're stuck in who knows where, you find things to do.

Speaking of things to do, I finally ran into Nathan here. We had quite a lot of catching up to do. And by quite a lot of catching up to do I mean, the pool table, by the fire place (there sure are a lot of those here) on the big guys favorite chair. We started running out of places to 'talk'. We're creative though, don't worry, we'll think of something.

I've had a lot of time to reflect. Why on earth did I go after Miranda, Marissa...oh whatever her name is? I'm sure she could have watched a video on how to extinguish fire with her pinky toe and gotten out of there. I really should have gone after Nathan. If Nathan and I were together in a hotel room in a seedy casino in Vegas instead of trying to help out family members well, maybe things would be different. Though that would involve giving Nathan's brother a brain, hey Sylar, you got one to share?

I have no clue where things will go for us from here. I don't even know where I am. Am I dead? Am I in a coma? Am I in limbo? Is this just another world being played out in my pretty little head? I mean, if I'm dead...where is DL? Did he get some super fancy suite? Are we on different floors? I heard mutterings of 'the company'. These thoughts are just too much for me to process, so I stick to my usual most of the time. I sit and I cry 'Oh Miiiiiicaaaaah' or something like that, then blame myself for DL's death for an hour or two, cry some more...it's repetitive but familiar.

Does it really matter? I'm basically just trying to keep Jessica and Gina at bay because they want their greedy paws on every sleezebag who comes into view and then its time to figure out exactly where I am and how I get back to my precious little pumpkin, Micah. Then we are moving far far away from any family. Wonder if I can get Nathan to come with? I'm sure if I promise to wear his tie again and nothing else, I could get him to say yes.