Doors

First. I'm looking for John Watson. I don't know if you're through the door or not, so I thought it best to look for you here.

Second. Though plans have stalled, Coventry is looking for a drummer. If you're interested, leave me a note here, or give me a ring at [number]. I can provide more details if you would like, as can my bandmates, Noah and Simon.

[Text: Adam W/Dani S; late Sunday]

I need a favor

[Meredith J.]

[Pen and fountain ink, badly muddied, almost sloppy.]

You should try not to provoke him.

[On Kate's desk, Sunday morning. It'll be put in a fridge and then back on her desk on Monday if she doesn't get it on Sunday.]

A trio of solid chocolate bunnies and a vase of flowers. There's a note in the flowers that simply says -T

[Left on the nightstand next to Raegan's bed in her suite at the Wynn, before she wakes up Sunday morning.]

A vase of flowers and a silly an Easter basket. There's a card with the inscription:

Dear Raegan,

Happy Easter, sweetheart. I'm glad we have a chance to celebrate together. Enjoy the sweets but make sure you leave room for dinner.

Love,
Theo

[Left on the nightstand next to Kit's bed in his suite at the Wynn, before he wakes up Sunday morning.]

A chocolate bunny with a card. The inside simply says:

Happy Easter
-Theo

[After this.]

[Call to Andrew M]
[Midday. Ring.]

[Locked to Kellan Z]
Your mission has been a success, sir.

[Posted from Lucifer. His writing has a certain flourish, and the words seem to burn on the page.]

I'm baaack.

And here I thought I'd be stuck in that pit for another millennium or two. Funny how things work out, huh? Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not mad. Think of this as a second chance, a fresh start... end of the world, take two. This time we'll get it right. I believe in you.

To the lovely lady all dolled up in blood and the printed word: drop me a line, sweetheart.

Next year I might have to seek out some fellow Jews for Passover. This is the first year I've not celebrated in a long time. I have to say, I missed Seder. If anyone finds themselves with a strong hankering for four cups of wine and matzo next year, let me know.

[Locked: Kit V-A/Theo W]

You, sir, are far too thoughtful a person. Thank you.

The more I read these journals, the more I wonder if I am totally unsafe now. I mean, I grew up in the trailer park, I've seen a lot of brawls, but like... it seems like there is so much violence and danger.

[. . . ]

It's frightening. I don't like it. I hate looking over my shoulder all the time.