Em,
You can imagine my surprise when I arrived here this morning and the sisters told me you had left. I've just read the message posted on Wednesday. I hope to God you didn't go to Paris.
Harrison is dead, Em. Whoever wrote that message, it wasn't him.
I'm going to wait here for a few weeks, in case you change your mind and come back.
If you're still free and able to read this, I want you to know that I'm not angry at you for leaving. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't know who to trust either.
If I never see you again, I hope everything works out. I hope you're able to kill that thing before the Nightmare People find you.
Your friend,
Dicky
