Locke,

I'm starting to think you're either avoiding me, or no longer here. This is one of those times I'd like for you to prove me wrong.

I trust the morning finds you better than the evening. The dreams are rather rough these nights ( Read more... )

[folded over, written in his usual elegant writing]

Locke:

Missed you this morning- I was hoping to speak with you at some point. I hope you've not already made an attempt at a grand escape.

Edgar

[And on a second note, pinned elsewhere and in the chicken-scratch cursive he usually uses on his schematics:]I'm having trouble locating a book ( Read more... )

The other night, I found myself dreaming of a bright hall filled with soldiers, each man bearing a weapon more beautiful and impressive than the one before him. I don't know how I found my way there; I was lost in a storm, certain I'd never find my way through it. It seemed I was lucky. After a bit of cautious chat with one of men, I gained his ( Read more... )