i feel better when i hear them say

It's hard to believe that there are going to be weddings here. But at the same time, it's sort of mood lifter.

In a way, I'm a little jealous. Not that I'd look good in a wedding dress. Unless it was long sleeved and turtle-necked.

Regardless, I hope they (both?) go smoothly and without monster interruption. I've only heard about them, I don't know what the actual plans are.

It's a little easier to be optimistic now that I can walk around without my legs giving out. The being alive thing is nice, too.

Seeing as I didn't introduce myself properly last time, I'll do that now-- my name is is Rachel Dawes. I'm still not entirely sure what the story on this place is; I would appreciate it if someone could fill me in. And I could use a more permanent place to stay, I've spent more than enough time staring at the walls of this clinic for my liking.

( Private to Bruce Wayne )

( Private from Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent )

I...

Okay Rachel, pull yourself together.

I’m alright, alright enough. I’d like to know what’s going on, and if this is supposed to Manhattan-- and I’d like to know if I’m really dead, if I’m supposed to be dead.

I could use a little help, if someone could spare a few minutes.