Welcome to Hell

[Voice recording]

Hey, there is something in here.  What a strange little book.

*slight ruffle of pages*

What the hell?  This thing's recording me?  Man, that's weird.  First I wake up on the hard floor with what feels like a hangover, find that I'm half naked with what looks like Death's wings, and now this little book's acting like my secretary and taking down everything I say.  Hey!  It's even taking pictures of my face.  

This whole thing's too weird.  Last thing I remember, I was in Deathscythe Hell and Heero was speeding back from that explosion.  Did he really fail?  Could that have been a dream and I'm really dead now?  So many would be dead then and the Earth would be frozen.  But Heero can't fail.

I need to figure out what's going on.  Do some recon and find someone cute to chat up for information.  I'll also have to get my hands on some wire and maybe a few other weapons.  At least my clothes and flight suit are here even though I don't think I'll be able to wear them.  I just wish my cross was with them.  Sister Helen would be sad to see me lose it.

Actually, now that I think of it... why am I talking to myself?  It's not like there's someone around to annoy by doing it.