Aug 31, 2005 02:33
I've got him here, at my flat. He's asleep. Stupid bugger doesn't weigh anything; could've carried him from Lancashire with one arm.
They got his mum. I don't want to say more, really, just that they came after him and he wasn't there, so they killed her.
Just. It's not him, James. I don't like what I think instead, but I need to talk to you.
Come over in the morning, yeah?
S.