It's alright. Just don't expect it to make much sense. [Edward sets the book down on the Sherlock Holmes one, fishing his journal out and flipping through to a blank page. He draws a plain circle, tapping his pen lightly against the center.] Around six months before I came here, I found out a way to transmute myself from one place to another. It only works under certain conditions, but I want to try to use that to get back home.