It's been a bit hard since the loss of my old big lug, Frost...And, aw, hell. Who the fuck am I trying to kid. I'm sitting here literally dying yet again myself trying to get by with her and the rest of the crew without her. I linked up along with Donna to a few old friends of ours and Sekhmet; who we've indeed both known for quite a good damn while, but not damn near as equally to good old Vitani. How long before my current plague reaches word along to Jenni and the other heads of our family? Will the constant bouts of suffering and sleeplessness never end?