Miss Rachel at Home: Packing Lists and Other Such Nonsense

Dearest world,

Miss Rachel seems to have gone half mad.  At first, I thought it was merely in preparation for her final examinations.  She really buckled down, reading through book upon book and all the notes she had ever taken in her whole life (or so she told me) in order to do well on her tests.  In the end, she had little to worry about--she escaped every class with glowing grades.  How could she not, with me there to tutor her whenever she had a question?  Sometimes I suspect she worries too much.

It did not help that the worry did not subside one grain when she returned to her home.  We are there, now, both on her large, comfortable bed.  (I cannot see at the moment where Sylar is, but, knowing that fiend, he cannot be far away.)  However, Miss Rachel seems entirely unable to stop planning her travels as far ahead of time as she is able, crafting long lists for packing and drawing up a schedule for her semester in England which will have her travel nearly every available weekend.  I am afraid we (assuming, once again, that she will agree to take me along with her--I have yet to see myself surface on one of these packing lists) will go half-crazy with so much travel and so little rest!  Of course, Miss Rachel's dear friend Miss Danielle will be accompanying her on many of these voyages, which I am sure will help alleviate the stress of travel for my creator.

More about these packing lists: Miss Rachel is incredibly accustomed to having a variety of clothes at her disposal.  She shops primarily in thrift and discount stores, and has come to own dresses in every color of the rainbow, skirts in many shades and lengths, blouses aplenty, and, of course, a plethora of scarves.  Now, a severe space limitation faces her, as she will only be able to bring one piece of checked luggage for an entire four-month stay, figuring in leaving enough room for souvenirs.  In order to ensure that she brings exactly the right dresses with her, she has been auditioning them against each other.  She will wear one on a particularly cold day and make mental note of its ability to keep her warm despite the weather.  It is all quite silly, and I have tried to tell her so on multiple occasions, but I suppose she laughs off my advice.  Then again, I am only a doll, albeit a peculiarly bright one, so perhaps she is right to do so.

Please send your warmest energy to Miss Rachel, for I fear she may indeed go mad.

Your most humble professor,
Doctor Mohinder Suresh