Dear Marnie,
The people I'm living with are rather odd. I guess I'll start with the newest additions to the household. I think I'm supposed to see them as sisters?

Leva is living here somewhat out of pity. She was causing a lot of trouble for us until she had nowhere left to go. Prava insisted we take her in, and I am all for forgiving people. Not sure about the others.

Though she now keeps to herself, you always get the feeling that she looks at everyone with hostility and spite, as if she is above everyone else despite being one of the smallest. Not much of a team player at all. But I believe she'll come around!

Eva has been living with us ever since Leva destroyed her house. Unlike Leva, she is quite pleasant to be around. At least not malicious. A calm and rather dopey person. Reminds me of a roommate I had back in college.

It's impressive how a person can communicate so well while being so heavily sedated. Or maybe just incredibly tired? I don't know where her bedroom is, and I've never seen her sleep at night.

On the one hand, it is nice to have a doctor around. On the other hand, the noise coming from the "work room" she set up for herself goes from being distracting to being disturbing.

Then there is Prava. The least intimidating of the three. Hell, she is the only person in this house I'm not put off by. A very meek, anxious, and docile individual. The way she behaves would remind you of a mouse. You just can't help but feel bad for her constant distress.

I think we both had the same idea of befriending each other out of self-preservation. I need to be around someone who doesn't seem like they will kill me, and I think she just needs to be around someone who goes easy on her.

I try to stand up for her when I can. The duty of a friend and all. And I have come to find that Prava is very fun when she trusts you enough. I'm sure you would love her!

Then there are those other three. They were the little unit that let me live with them in the first place. Took me under their villainous-looking wing. They aren't bad people. I don't think so. The worst part is that I don't know what to expect from them.

Saul is an outlier among the three. He is the only one here to share my goal of returning home. Which makes conversations with him feel more productive despite the seeming 600-year gap in our time periods.

Wait, this sounds weird.

Pause.

I neglected to mention that it may or may not be that only I and 2 other people in this house are humans. Saul included. While the others are... something else. It's freaky, but most of all feels isolating. Like I'm one of the strange ones, and I have to adjust to their simple reality. They all look like humans, just work differently. Not sure if this paints the picture, I might explain some other time.

Back to Saul. I first wanted to believe that the two other humans here just think they are from the past. Their being crazy like that made more sense to me. But lately I've been doubting myself. Saul has been very normal? Logical? Kind of? He acts like a rational person, only that he comes from a half-rational context.

In every way other than his grooming, he is a war-bred medieval monarch, which is a "duty" he seems very keen to come back to. He's basically the "leader" of our group. Plus, he's the oldest. So I have to show him the most respect. Also, because he's honestly very intimidating.. Not to mention very big, and I mean MASSIVE! (As in, tall. Don't get the wrong idea.) Moving on..

Ant is an odd case. Unlike the others, she feels the most...I can't find the word. Feral would come to mind, I guess. Is she a bug person? Most people here look suspiciously human despite claiming to be anything but.

As much as bugs are concerned, though, Ant isn't concerned at all. Ever. She acts with complete disregard for both herself and others. And I've come to find that the only thing more gross than a bug is a person who acts like one. Although she is awfully friendly, we aren't really getting any footing.

Then there is my roommate. The other human.

Oh boy.

I cannot explain in enough detail to you how scary it is to share a room with him, or the house for that matter. It took me a long time to even find out that his name isn't actually Emily(long story), let alone to figure out whether he was planning to kill me or not. I'm still not sure.

And I'm not being dramatic! Imagine how hard it is to sleep when a gazillion-foot-tall man that looks like a wax statue with a gazillion-yard stare stands by your bed and watches you sleep. Every. Night.

Since there is only one bed in this room, you might even guess where he chose to sleep. Here's a hint, definitely not next to me.

Communicating with him isn't easy either. He either shuts me down or talks nonsense as if I wasn't there. The most reaction I can get from him is hostility towards my attempts to befriend him. Dick.

I know this isn't a kind thing to say, but I think he is very mentally disturbed. Specifically...shellshocked? What is it called? I'm guessing that from the way he is dressed like a soldier of some sort and carries a firearm everywhere. (Shot the mirror in our room some time ago. I feel so safe.)

To me, he is more worrying than ant, because he is fully human, and all the things that make him scary feel more soul-crushingly real.

The thing about this guy, Eim as I named him, is that you can't talk to him about anything in a way that makes sense.

I'll give you an example. Not too long ago, I asked him how long he had been here. Well, the first time he told me to fuck off. But the second time, he said he's been here for about 20 years. When I asked Saul the same question, he told me that both he and Eim have been here for around 2 months.

I could whine to you all day. I really could! But I need to leave some paper for a later time, can't just use it up in a few days, then I'll go mad until I get more!

I need to have patience.

I love you,

I miss you.

Michael (year 300) 2