You know, the longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people. I mean, we're all talking across huge amounts of space, time, and dimensions, and we still manage to have all our deepest fears and worries be about who killed who and relationships. Mostly the latter.

I mean, I get that they're stressful and all that, but is it really that important that half our secrets are about them? Whats the point in even trying to have community relationships, if people just forget you in a few months anyways? Or don't speak your language, or are already dating someone from their own world, or any number of different problems.

So I guess...I'm just kind of curious as to what other people think. Or you could just give me dating advice. That'd be cool too.

I'm in space right now. On a meteor, to be exact. There's a gigantic building here with all sorts of huge rooms and hallways and secret passages; it's fascinating, really. I've been taking photographs of a lot of things, which is something that I did when I first started going to Earth a lot-- everything was new and interesting, and so I wanted pictures of things that seem boring and everyday to me now: telephone poles, buses, certain buildings.

Time moves strangely here, which is one of the reasons that I picked this place. It's easy to go back to the Vatican for missions or spend time in New Jersey, and it's quiet here-- there are only twelve other people on this entire world, and I don't actually know most of them. I'm also by far the oldest person here, which is a little strange, but not unwelcome. Overall, this is a good place to think about things and to consider conclusions that I'm coming to.

Those secrets were more pointless than usual, weren't they. I really think that they've just become a big joke (not that they were much more than that before). Did anyone actually get anything useful out of them?

[The camera turns on to find one absolutely furious-looking Rachel Berry on the other end of the screen-- with one small snag. It seems someone has turned her into a boy. Next to her on the desk is a small note that the careful observer will note as reading "this will make him last longer." If Rachel is grateful, he/she doesn't look it one bit.]

Eris, this isn't funny, and just for the record, won't solve my problem either! Thank god that I don't have school tomorrow since we're on break. I have no idea what I would do. Call in sick with transgender disorder? What on earth am I supposed to tell my dads?! And worse-- what is this going to do to my voice?? [Priorities in order, of course.]

I'm quite ready to be a girl again now, thank you. I'm Rachel Berry, not Ray Berry.

What makes someone a bad friend?