A letter from the Ferry through space and time

Thoughts of back home are fading, but I remember bits and pieces.

I'm told to drink water from this river, but I'm not thirsty. Some guy named Karen is hassling me. A dude named Karen, can you believe it? Wow, he is in one crazy costume. Skeleton mask and hands, shit looks pretty real.

Anyway. I think I'm running out of time to scribble this to you. Or me. Or whatever. Stuff's gotten kinda weird, and that's an understatement.

Come to think on it, I'm not sure how it'll be delivered. There's a guy here who swears he's headed back, so I'll just send it with him. Although, he seems like a pretty angry dude, and I heard someone call him "Verärgerter Geist, but whatever. I was all, 'Vera, what? Is his name Vera, and that guy's name is Karen?' but I didn't really get an answer.

I'm not entirely sure where this boat is headed, but I'm going to ride it out and hope for the best.

So far, I'm not really impressed with what I've seen. There's a lady who has done nothing but cry since we got here; there are a couple of kids who keep asking where their mom is. It's weird. Like, we're all traveling in coach, but there is no first class. In fact, there's this one Wall-Street guy, obviously made of money, he keeps demanding more comfortable seats, but Karen just tells him to sit down and shut up. I couldn't help but sing 'you're rockin the boat,' but nobody laughed. We're all being treated the same, really. So that's kind of refreshing; no favoritism.

So listen, here's what I wanted to tell you. Er, younger me? Whatever.

Leave that married woman alone.

Her husband isn't out of town, and he's a better shot than we are.