[eleven]
[It had been over a month since he'd gotten the envelope in the mail. He'd still not read it--it was addressed to him in familiar typeface, the return address reading only 'The Mayor'. Once in a while he'd take a look at it, only to put it back in the drawer with the white scrubs he'd received the last time. What would reading the letter inside bring? His abilities? The headaches? Memories? Worse?]
[He didn't want any of it. He didn't want to play the game anymore, Mayfield's or the one in his own world.]
[Unfortunately, he's always been curious. He turns the envelope over in his hands again. So very innocuous, just like the rest of the town.]
Should I open it or burn it? What would happen if I did? Do I really care?
[He pauses.]
Also, my 'daughter' seems to have been droned again. Bloody hell I'm tired of this.
[He didn't want any of it. He didn't want to play the game anymore, Mayfield's or the one in his own world.]
[Unfortunately, he's always been curious. He turns the envelope over in his hands again. So very innocuous, just like the rest of the town.]
Should I open it or burn it? What would happen if I did? Do I really care?
[He pauses.]
Also, my 'daughter' seems to have been droned again. Bloody hell I'm tired of this.