Dicky, Monday 14.02.11

Wordsworth, thank god you're alive! I've been sitting here for days refreshing the screen on my laptop waiting for someone to upload a message. I was almost tempted to reply to that fucking Valentine's Day message myself!


I realised that it was you, ArthurMan, that sent the briefcases. But why? And why did you send me a message warning me about the kidnap attempt? Who the fuck are you, anyway?


Listen to me, Huck Finn, I think I know what the contents of your briefcase are for. ArthurMan wants you to use them to figure out where you need to go! If you look at my folks' marriage certificate and your father's will, you'll be able to figure it out. I'm here already but obviously I can't tell you where HERE is – the nightmare people are probably reading this, waiting for us to slip up.


I think you're wrong about them being government agents, by the way. Did you get a look at any of their faces before you escaped? I did. They're not normal people, their eyes are strange, like shiny, black fucking marbles, and their skin is really, really pale. Also, have you ever seen one of them in the day time? I haven't.


Once you've figured out where I am and why I'm here, I'd advise you to move in the light of day.


I'll see you when you get here.