38.
[ doesn't notice the camera in his journal recording, just sitting for a moment and staring at the journal, sighing after a long pause and slumping slightly, smiling in an almost bitter sort of way. ]
Again... I guess I'm never going to be free of this place.
[ he then leans in to write, and the next is written, not spoken: ]
I'm back.
[ as if he really needs to say any more than that. ]