Doors

[Phone call to Gemma D]
[At the work contact number Gemma had listed at the studio. Mid-morning. Ring.]

[Locked to Tess A & Iris R]
Ok, I'm the fucking youngest. Someone else needs to pick up the "make sure everyone is alive" responsibilities. Also, I alienated Lou. Someone else fix it.

[Phone Call to Jen B]

[After his conversation with Wren.]

Ring!

[Locked to Luke H]

I'm going out of town for a few days. I just wanted to let you know. I shouldn't contact you, I know

[scrawled swift, in sarcastic cursive. buffy's handwriting.]

Dear Diary,
Today, I finally decided to open creepy book.
Creepy book totally looks like a book,
pages,
cover,
title, but surprise.
Just blank...
This isn't a real book, even if it looks really booky.
And smells like that Inca mummy girl...
I'm writing in the creepy book right now, because books that have blank pages are usually diaries, but books that magically appear out of no where are usually an omen of ills to come. Sent by future recipients of one of my Hell of a right hook's.
So whatever you are, we're going to figure it out.
If you're a baddie with too much time on your hands?
Hunt you down.
And when we do? Let's just say you should be practicing the word,
"Ouch."

What is this strange sorcery?

I have heard tell of many strange devices from the East, the glasses that can see great distances but nothing of books that write in themselves.