HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

The days trickle by and not a one of you has anything to say, which is odd. Did you open the briefcase, Mark? Did you find the note that I slipped into your back pocket? Did the Nightmare People (as Dicky so elegantly named them) follow you home? I bet they did.


And what about you, Dicky? Did writing down the events of the last ten months cause you to realise the glaringly obvious? The briefcase arrived first, did it not? Before Emily and those that followed her…
And you, Emily, are you looking forward to the 18th? Are you looking forward to the taste of blood? Are you looking forward to the possibility that the chains won't hold you? Admit it, you've day dreamed about what he might taste like, David I mean. You've thought about how good it will feel to finally sink your teeth into him.


And what about Harrison – poor, lonely Harrison. When we will hear from him? Will he tell you why he really went to prison, or is he too embarrassed?


The clock is ticking, boys and girls. They're ready to make their move. They've waited in the shadows for long enough. Will you be ready for them? Will you be ready to do what needs to be done? Will you stand tall, like your fathers did, or will you let them take you?


Happy Valentine's Day.


Let's hope it's not your last.