Communications

( Texts to friends, minus Revy and Sharon )

I dreamed that Chris went home. Which is good for him. The kid needs to be with his family. It's not like I can really take care of him like he needs. I am a little pissed off that no one thought to tell me until Chris was already on the goddamn plane. But whatever, I get it, they were all caught up in the happy family reunion moment or whatever and D's been acting extra slimy lately. He would have shown more sympathy if it had been a fucking bird he let go. And here I thought that he actually -

But that's not what this is about. I finally got a fucking arrest warrant! The FBI had to get involved, but it turns out the feds aren't as bad as I thought. Agent Howell even told me I'd be the one to slap the cuffs on that son of a bitch! After he berated me for having nothing but circumstantial evidence and not knowing D's real name or where he was born or....anything, actually.

So drinks on me tonight! I'm fucking celebrating!

Backdated to October 15th. If you think you're included you probably are.

I regret to inform you that Will is currently in the hospital. He awoke with some rather serious dream related wounds that required immediate medical attention.

The outlook is optimistic, and I will update you all if I hear anything further.

I am, of course, more than happy to pass along any messages you wish to relate to him.

Yours, Hannibal Lecter