Well now, this is interesting. I’ve been wondering how the four of you were able to coordinate your efforts without the use of mobile telephones or email. Very clever. Very clever indeed.
Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. In fact, you would do well to consider me an ally, of sorts. You see, I have what you need. I have a cure. Hell, there’s a bottle of the stuff in my pocket right now. A magic bottle of liquid that will solve all of your problems and all I’m asking in return is that you help me with my own personal endeavour.
Of course, I don’t expect you to take my word for it. Which is why, I’m sorry to say, I’ve had to resort to the kidnapping of your loved ones. That’s right, Mark, I’ve got your girlfriend. If you don’t believe me, check in our bedside table. Don’t panic, She’s safe. I don’t want to harm her, I’m not that kind of guy. But I will, believe me, if you don’t do exactly what I say.
So, here’s what I want. In a few days’ time you will be returned to your house. You’re going to feel a little disorientated at first but that will wear off, trust me. You’ll check this, as I have, and discover that Emily is on her way to Germany with Harrison. I want you to go looking for them, regardless of what Emily has said. I want you to go looking for them and I want you to post journal updates, as and when you feel it’s appropriate, just like you did before. You don’t need to worry about who might be reading them. Dicky is dead, he died shortly after finally divulging the existence of this secret diary to me, and the DPIR, the agency looking for Emily, is completely obvious to this method of communication.
You do, however, have to watch over your shoulder. The agency have let you live in the hopes that you will lead them to Emily. Also, getting out of the country will be tricky, you’re all on a “no fly” list.
Good luck. Keep me posted. And check in here every hour or so. I’ll tell you what it is I want you to do when the time is right.
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