Return letter: Daniel W/Sam A + Cris M
[On a sheaf of mid-range hotel paper. In Cris' all-caps.] Gringo, you back? You remember anything? Me and Sam been worried about you. Lou, too. We got Mimi at our place and she's doing good. I know the return address here is the store, but we ain't seen no lights on. But, we don't know that you need lights either. Sorry bout the door, by the way. We kinda hadta break in a while back. Anyway, think about calling or something a lil faster, huh? I'm gonna let Sam add her own note to you.
- Cris
[Added, in Sam's very messy hand.] What the fuck is an assembly?? - Sam, who you don't fucking remember