[The owl is cursed. If Katie chooses to read the note, her eyelids will not close until she has read the note tenfold.]
Jones,
Do not play games with me. I've given you the benefit of a doubt. What you implied to me in your last note is that there is some remnant of the thing you orchestrated now. What is that?
I've searched your Ministry records, and the next step is to have you followed. I will have the information, whether or not you give it willingly. Who set you up to this and why. What is the condition you alluded to in your owl?
SS
P.S. Do you know how long it takes for the skin of a dry eye to begin to warp and deteriorate? Do tell me if you find out.
"The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! "