Musings

Didn't want to wake you. I borrowed that white shirt on the nightstand not sure how my clothes keep disappearing.

[...]

New Years plans?

[Comm to Oracle]

[Tiredly] Isolate, Oracle.

[Christmas day. The day after this.]

I'm taking another day, tomorrow; I've let my usual replacement know.

["Usual replacement": someone who fills in when Preston is sick, which is, perhaps, five days out of the entire 365. The man, fortunately, usually has another job the other 360.]

[Sent to Tristan's studio, the day after Christmas - a piece of paper in an envelope, which says only one word, in a female hand:]

Tchaikovsky

How do you know Daryl Hockney?

Done with rehearsal for tonight but I am not sleepy.

Where is a good place to go for a night's entertainment? I'm open to suggestions.

these work really well

Have you spent the weekend in France again, or has our routine of Sunday communication fallen by the wayside?

[Sent through the air vent in Preston's bedroom, inexplicably, Christmas morning.]

[A picture, warm from the printer, and a package of Alka-Seltzer.]

[This post is made late in the evening the day following Jack's disappearance.]

[Locked to T Brandon]

So. Tell me how this is going to go. Because I will tell you right now that if you harm anyone I care for you will wish you had never met me.

[Locked to 'M. Caulfield']

I'm sorry that I disappeared. I'm going to guess someone has already sent you to try to find me and you know I'm gone. Please look after Ruby and make sure she's alright.

[After this.]
[Locked to M. Main]

Your Bat would make a terrible diplomat.