I reckon this is a magic book, seeing as there's other peoples' writing in it. That or somebody dropped a diary. I give it a shot, then. Anybody see this? If so, you gonna help a homme out? Ghost towns ain't Remy's forte, nes pas?

Alright, listen up. Ol' Gambit here's gettin' a little impatient, gotta admit. I'm down with workin' alone, and doin' my own thing, but I need to know where I'm standin' with some of you. I'm guessin'...face up and who I'm layin' my cards out for. Don't mind playin' nice, but not when I'm getting nothin' in return. Not how the dice roll, homme. Also, Xena, chere. When you gonna be up for that spar

I was told that you're the one I should be contacting. Damned if I'm wrong. So 'sides the fact I seem to already overstayed my welcome, I gotta' few questions. One. Before ya start accusin' me...t'reats later. That, and I won't waste my time gettin' too friendly wit' ya if all ya' wanna do is tango wit' blood. Last. I need a place to crash. Jus' temporarily until I find m'self somet'in

Well if dis ain’t ta’ strangest dream I ever had, I dunno what is! Gotta’ love’em nice and peaceful like these. Lessee, whadda’ I got here? A fancy city, beautiful women, an’ I coulda’ swore I seen myself... As much as I kick myself for thinking this way, them X-Men need me. If I ain’t there, Lord knows what’ll happen. Mon dieu! And cher, if you’re here, I hope I find you. Maybe it’d wake me up.