[Of course, Jamie doesn't bother to answer in writing - this is far too interesting to pass by, and she wants to witness it for herself. Which is, of course, why she's coming to see Arthur, knocking on the door before she calls out:]
Arthur? It's Jamie. [She pauses, swallows, almost like she hesitates the whole idea of coming here to see him.] I know you might not want to see anyone right now... but I couldn't bear the idea of you, here, alone. May I come in?