A small parcel with unassuming brown paper wrapping and string is delivered to Cole's doorstep. This time the wrapping only states the recipient to be "My dear friend."
Apparently everyone has lost so much in such a short time, it is almost inexplicable. Perhaps you would like to honour their deaths as the strange resident has chosen to do so himself. But take heed, such losses are temporary. In the grand scheme of things, loss is acceptable. Our friendship is permanent, and that loss would not be excused. Is that understood?
Your dear friend.
PS: If you were so determined to find me, you'd have left to look next door right after finding this."
Should Cole try to enter 804, no one is home. There is only a typed note that states "Be seeing you."