The 7th of August, in the Year of Our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Seventy
We are at last back in our proper country, having returned to England just yesterday. Of late I have been unable to write in my journal for the simple fact that old pen-hub has become unusable and I was unable to obtain a proper replacement until just today.
After all that nasty business of coded messages and traipsing around in dusty old tombs with hordes of awful people trying to kill myself or my companions I cannot express my joy at having returned to my home and to find it all in good order. We've safely brought the large iron plate formerly belonging to Zain-Din al Amidi into the country and have it temporarily stored someplace secure. I'm not sure what is to be the fate of our airship, or indeed what the fate of our newest companion the you miss Dodge. She's a fair hand with a wrench and fair wit too; I imagine she'll have no trouble finding employ. Miss Wu and I are to continue our mutual teachings, at least as far as I understand it. Dr. Orpheus will probably want to see his daughter safely return to finishing school and may want to pickup where he left off as an investigator for private hire.
Myself... Well I find myself strangely unsure of what the future holds for me. Having expressed my true self a number of times recently I am lax to discontinue it. It does give one a feeling of strength and of freedom and I admit that I miss that dearly. Perhaps I will take a short trip to America, see some of the sights there or possibly again to the Holy Lands though this time properly without people being killed and attacking me left ad right. Travel does tire one out however, so for the immediate future I believe I will simply remain at home and reflect on these last several months.
I'm sure that some sort of adventure will find me, as it usually does. But for the moment, some brandy and a pipe-full are all I need.