In Russia. So cold must have left nose somewhere behind us. Almost to apparently important convent. Hope no nuns. Nuns=scary.

There goes left nut. Damn.

Got here safely (with exception of nose and nut) and will keep you updated. Must destroy evil supernatural virus.

Note to self: stop living video game. Not fun.

It had taken a few days for Abby to work up the courage, but eventually she managed it. She went in to visit Samson Mors. Thankfully, she did not go alone. She was accompanied by Flynn. She had mentioned to her friend that Samson had hit her and she was afraid. Flynn, by now, knew of Abby's past with Aaron, and being a protective soul, he had volunteered to keep her safe. There were few people in her life Abby trusted more to do just that, than Flynn.

( Effort )

Augh. It never ends.

It appears I'm going to Russia. Someone I know has traced the origin of the Supernatural Virus which afflicted us some months back. It's a biological weapon, developed specifically to target Supernaturals. And it can't be allowed to continue. We have to reach the facility and destroy it.

And...I'm hoping I'm not going alone, though if you are coming, you're being inoculated against that filth again. I won't risk anyone catching it.

This is going to be dangerous. There are a lot of factors here. Warlords and...you know, Russia. This is not going to be easy.

And I thought I was going to have a quiet night in...

We went to the house Lavinia described, but Amaris wasn't there. The man she killed in order to steal his home was, but she was long gone. We'll keep looking.

I've visited Dragonetti a number of times now. He hasn't changed his tune. I told him I was not the Antichrist, and I showed him the angel who had made me immortal, and he decided that I had somehow brainwashed Rolf, and now he thinks Rolf is my lover.

Why does he assume every man I have ties to is my lover? That was only true once! And past-tense! He apparently thinks I 'conquered' Thomas, Stuart, Robert, Adrian, Rolf, and Ryn. Hmm. Oh, AND Daniel. Who is my cousin, thank you. Honestly? The last man I found attractive (other than Johnny Depp, but who is immune to him?) was David. Before I met Aly. Before we became friends. He thinks this is hilarious, by the way. I do not have 2894782 Satanic lovers, you deluded man! I'm married!

He frustrates me. I hope we get through to him before I accidentally punch him in the teeth or something. Fuck.

In happy news, Flynn came over this afternoon and he asked Aly to help decorate his wedding to Quinn and now she's dancing all over the house and decorating everything (including me; I was the bemused recipient of a doily...) and it's adorable.

Back to the hospital. Perhaps another counseling Dragonetti session...

I'm home. I was with Amaris, but I'm no worse for wear. Apparently she just wanted to chat. And my continuing to breathe is evidence of that.

She doesn't want to be enemies any more. I did tell her where she could shove her anything handy, but the not being enemies thing does work in our favour, I think?

All I know, is that I was terrified. My mind was filled with all the things she was going to do to me, and she did nothing. She returned me home (well...she returned me to a place where I got a taxi home) and she didn't harm me. I still hate her fucking guts, but it was nice to be wrong today. She even had me post that entry so you didn't worry. Though, at the time, I was plenty worried. Which is why it was vague...

I'm ravenous. A demon made me miss two meals. If you happen to consider yourself my child (this means anyone who can read this, if you're so inclined) please come over. I'd very much like to cling to you while I stuff my fucking face.

Hang tight. I'll be home soon.

It's so freaking cold. So motherfreaking cold. I keep thinking 'I could be out in this' and it scares me because some people are.

We're running out of room in the shelter. Already. It's just because of the winter we've been having. We can send some of the girls to Liz's and the others to Lia's shelter, but I just hope...

I wish everybody had a place to go. Especially in weather like this. I wish we could do everything. And the fact that we can't? I hate that.

Hi, Sweetie. I understand you'll probably say no, but I wanted to offer anyway.

As you know, Flynn and Quinn are getting married, and Flynn is going to be moving into Quinn's house. Which means his room will be available, and if you want it, it's yours. We figured you probably wanted to stay at Vic Lane anyway, but it was important to us that you know you're absolutely welcome here if you want to be here. Completely up to you.

It was really nice to have you with us in Spain.

Flynn had asked Quinn to marry him, and Quinn had said yes; which was a wonderful thing. Now, however, it meant that they had to rush and rush to get things done if they wanted to be married before the Japanese tour in February. It was a little hectic, to say the least. And the boys were sprawled on Flynn's floor, trying very hard to organise everything.

( It's cold outside, it's warm in here )

Hi, Tristan.

How are you?

Hi, Guys.

Since all this wedding stuff is happening (so fast...I'm kind of shocked) I guess this means I'll be moving out in a few weeks. I'm really excited to be with Quinn again, but I'm really sad about moving too. I wanted you to know...this is the first place I've ever lived which I actually considered home. After my parents kicked me out, I realised their house was never really home anyway; it was where I lived, but under the stipulation (apparently) that I follow their rules and share their values. And since I discovered I did not, and I was merely misguided...that was never my home.

I know I've said this a million times before, and I probably will say it a million more times...I can't thank you enough. I was just some random kid Thomas and Lavinia saw playing in a bar, and from that I have come to know the most amazing people. You all took me in when I had no place to go. There was no reason for it, beyond your compassion. I was closed off and quiet and I probably didn't seem all that nice to be around. I don't know because I was me, but...you know what I mean. A conversation was me sort of grunting at people and looking shocked that they even noticed I was there. But that didn't matter. Spectre gave me a job, and then when Al kicked me out and I was all prepared to head back out there and sleep in an alley - or whatever - you all offered me a place not only in your home, but in your hearts. I was used to being invisible for so long and even though you have some idea of what it's like Spectre...I can't begin to tell you how much that meant to me. Especially at the time... I did try, but all that came out was a tiny, shy smile. If you remember me doing that, it did mean 'You have given me more than I ever thought I would have again, and I love you all so much for it'.

My heart was as tired and hungry as I was, and you all took care of it. And me. And you certainly didn't have to. You did it because you wanted to. I hope you know what a profound difference you all made in my life. I owe you all so much. Everything. I owe you absolutely everything. You are all extraordinary, and I have loved living with you so much.

I'm going to a new home, but I will never forget my first home. And obviously I'll be around a lot to work with Spectre in the studio and because I can't stay away from James, Mara and Marie. So I hope this doesn't sound like a farewell. I just needed to say it.

Thank you.

sorry I didn't reply sooner, got no credit. Carly came back, she's okay. She's talking crazy, but I don't know what to do really. Will tell you more when I know.

He doesn't like me, Deirdre! He likes you but he doesn't like me! I talked too much!

Peter made his way to Dragonetti's cell with much trepidation. He was not looking forward to seeing the man, even if their roles had very much switched. It was Peter who was the jailer now, and not Dragonetti.

( Crazyman is crazy )

I am in my parents' house surrounded by my misspent youth (I found some bits of dangerous things I should admit to having around Tasha and Paul, and some very suspicious, very old weed...) and I feel like.... I have no idea.

And I would kill you for a cigarette. Yes, you.

We're home.

I didn't say it before because...things.

Stuart and I are getting married too, but we're not doing the huge wedding thing. Because I just might have a panic attack if we do. We're going to be going to the courthouse in a few weeks and getting it done there. Whenever Thomas is back. Because Ashley Bigglesby and Spectre Mors have to be the witnesses. I insist.

Mal, Deirdre and I are in Whitehead. And oh dear GOD it's slightly terrifying being back here. I'm in the room I grew up in, which my parents apparently turned in to "throw everything into it" room. Which is weird, because my parents keep everything else in the house immaculate... Anyway, Deirdre and I are going to spend the night here. My mother is trying to rope Deirdre into playing card games and Dermot is actually cooing over Deirdre's twins. Apparently I get my uterus from him. Who knew... They're actually pleased I'm marrying Mal. After years and years of not being accepted and not being allowed to have my Mal eat here while he was caring for me after I was hurt, because he was 'filth' (oh that's quoting), having their approval is pretty special.

Mal is staying at his parents' house tonight. They're actually talking and it's good. Because like hell I would have let him stay there if they weren't being kind to him. It's really encouraging. They said sorry. You know. As you should when you subjecting your child to starvation on the streets of Dublin/London for six fucking years. We went into his room and they had kept it exactly the same. It was eerie. His pictures of Velvet Goldmine and Leonardo DiCaprio (he's going to kill me for that one!) and his old guitar...some of the songs we had written together. It was...really strange. Stranger for him to know that that place existed even after they made him leave it. He'll be okay though. They all will. It was good that we came.

And by the way, we're looking at having the union performed in about three weeks because after that things get hectic for Mal, band-wise. And already I'm going to have to plan things while he's in freaking Disneyland!

Oh my god, I'm Bridezilla!! Because, let's face it, I'm certainly not the groom...

Flynn could have done it on the phone. He could have, but he didn't want to. Instead he bundled Deirdre, Quinn, and Deirdre's children into one of Deirdre's roomier cars from Kait's motorcade, and he drove overnight. He hadn't been too sure about the babies, but Deirdre had insisted. They were demons. And hence, pretty impervious to harm. Still, Deirdre had to care for them in a small space (though she had least had the back seat to herself when Quinn wasn't helping her), and they had to make about twenty stops for dirty diapers. They took an early morning Cairnryan - Larne ferry, and arrived in Whitehead at about ten in the morning, after stopping for some food. Flynn didn't trust his parents to offer them nourishment. After all, they had kicked him out of his home when he was sixteen and left him to scrounge for his existence for six years.

( You really can go home again )

I have another brother. His name is Jason and he's older than I am. Which made my mam have a swearing fit when I told her. Whoopsie...

I have an older brother. I always wanted one, and then I had Thomas and Spectre and Timothy and Flynn. And now I have a real one. By blood and everything.

And so do you, Paula. I'll bring him by!

I grew up with no family really. My dad was here, but he didn't give a shit. And then I turned 16 and everything changed. Now I have my babies and my brothers and sisters...I have my mam back. I have my friends. It's awesome :D

Two years ago, on Christmas Eve, I stood outside Timothy Mann's home and I knocked on his door and he and his housemates took me in. I was barefoot and terrified and bleeding, and they took care of me. I had spent 14 months at the mercy of a horrible individual, and he helped free me, along with my wonderful Flynn and Quinn. Now here I am, two years later, living with these incredible people who opened the door to me that day. I have a wonderful partner, amazing friends, and I see my awesome big brother at least once a week, if not more.

Life has it's ups and downs. I'm still so grateful for mine. Happy 2010.