Megan still wasn't entirely sure what was going on as Emily talked to her. Mornings were always fuzzy for her. "A note? The hell..." She took the note that was in her hands and ran her right index finger over the raised dots. "'I put you where you were supposed to be. Love, Mother.' Oh, that's just darling," Megan said, crumbling it up and throwing it back on the ground. Niles sniffed at it curiously. "Who's the joker, anyways? My mom's back in Oklahoma, and she could never be bothered to learn braille. On the plus side, it was easy to keep secrets from them."