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Tom O'Bedlam - Journal

7th September 1999

Home. Somebody's made up the windmill to look like everything we've been through was drug-induced. It wasn't, I'm sure of that, but whoever went to all this trouble has good taste in pizza.

I've just typed up my journal notes from a few days ago. I was a miserable git, wasn't I? So what changed? Well, there was this lady called Guinevere.

I had been trying not to get involved in the adventure. It was Merlin's problem, he could sort it out. Unfortunately, Merlin is somewhat lacking in the social graces, as are the rest of our group, so I had to step in to prevent us being lynched by pitchfork bearing mobs. Or something. This meant that of the five of us, I was the one who spent most time taking to Guinevere.

Yes, I am talking about King Arthur's wife. Merlin thought she might know where we could find Arthur, so we went to the convent she had hidden herself away at. Guinevere had such potential. She could have been the brightest star in the firmament, but she was wasting her light because she believed - wrongly - that she was nothing without her true love. I guess you could say that I saw a lot of myself in her. Despite my cajoling, Guinevere never got the chance to realise her potential, preferring to go into the lake with Arthur. I'm still here so I reckon I owe it to her to move on.

And there are going to have to be some changes around here. I know it's historical fact, but we helped set up a dictatorship and I'm the only one that seems to see that as wrong. If we're going to help make a better world then we'd better start doing it properly. And with King Arthur, Loki and Merlin on our side, how can we fail?

I wonder if Jake would be interested in going for another drink. I think I need one...

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