My wounds are old. And there's nothing I can do about what I'm coming from now.

[She needs to tell everyone else she's back though, needs to see others.]

I'm sending a message, telling people I'm a back. I'll be fine.

[She makes a mental note (that hopefully she'll remember when the tequila wears off) to check on him again. Because right now, he looks like the one who might not be okay.]

Welcome to Wonderland, Kurt.