[He laughs a little, but the sound is more desperate than amused. Is this the last refuge of a madman? Perhaps.]

I want to tear everything apart until I find where I got taken from. It's... It was easier, somehow, when there was so much that was strange already. But mindless destruction....

[For a moment he pauses, and is somewhat tempted, then lets his head fall back against the wall with a light thump and stares at the ceiling.]

I wish I was home. It's amazing how even all the tediums and irksome problems of life begin to appeal when one is removed from them, isn't it?

I'm sorry. I'm being very selfish, I know.