Doors

[Delivered to Arcadia Unbound]
[Randomly, of a Sunday, five new clients, all saying she didn't have what they sought at Playbill.]

[E-mail to Gabriel R]
[After one too many drinks.] Phee is entirely certain you smell like aunt Agatha's perfume. I always thought you had better taste than to pursue Agatha.

[Locked to Chloe M]
Mama indicated your visit was pleasant. Did she attempt to marry you off to that horrid old Lord Macabee again?

[CIA crew]

[Left on the desks of all those working the vacation weekend: special delivery. Because Gabe is too.]


[Voicemail, Eloise M]

click 'Lu? Let me know when it's all right to come by. It looks like I cleared out a candy store here. Love to Phee and Ernie. That's [...] all. Happy Easter'. beep.


[Comm: Jack C]

Pick up, kid.

[1 AM EST.]

I would very much like to sleep and stop getting all these dreams about blue boxes.