"Our queen's back in her Ivory Tower?"
"Hey, leaver her to it. She's there when we need her, I think she deserves not to be when we don't."

Ginny's always the shoulder everyone asks to lean on. Being that kind of person, you need one of the two things to keep yourself sane - your own shoulder to lean against, or a quiet hideaway where you can curl up and somehow, somewhere, find the strength to stand up again and provide whatever it is the people around you need.

After the mess the past few weeks have been, I really, really needed to complete something, anything, just to prove myself I'm still alive. Obviously, there's internet access in the afterlife. Who knew.


/Signing off, before I turn philosophical.