I've got it so fascinating in here that the carpet cleaners came back the whole goddamned week! Pull it over. You got to pull it over - the garbage bag. Pull it over, start a little bluff, and then a rumor sets in. They say if you don't wake up ready for a chart ... you're nobody. It was the fourth day of transmission. I thought I was ready. Kids don't touch these places. She pulled the alarm! Call the robber barons. I've been stabbed in the study. I saw a light out of the corner of my eye; bit my tongue. It got me. It got me! Do you have a pan? Yeah but I can't bring it on the plane. You know it's not like me. They wouldn't let me on. You'll have to find another containment beam.

They were soon ankle-foot deep in all the world's children. Maybe get off, change the channel, put your t-shirt back on first. Well I tried but I was leaning forward at an angle. I almost slipped off the balcony. Drooled on myself. Drooled on my fingers. Hallucinating, drinking invisible cans of soda. She was there, watching me, laughing at me. That's because of the rules. Here's the visions these arcades do: jealousy. Jealousy, perhaps.

Some of them were held captive for twenty years. Twenty years they did this to my friends. Think about it.

We brought them some sandwiches. I could do that without too much trouble, just had to prick each knuckle, just a small sacrifice. I could handle it. It wasn't enough. They didn't need food, they needed explanations. I couldn't give them any. Their kids were all gone.

They got them. I don't know how. They deserved the best, Romeo, and we failed them. Same look on their faces. Frozen in stone. Nothing could break the gaze. We had to leave them to die. We didn't have a choice.

I'm enclosing the last known photograph. Maybe it'll shed some light on the situation.

I still jump in my sleep. Wake up every few minutes. I'm not sure what's happening to me.

Take care of yourself.