To Pluto and Jane and all the rest,
Hello Jane. Hello Pluto. I've been stacking these on your bedside table, Jane. So that you can read them and know. Pluto is dead. The doctors say that she may have burst into flames, others say that the car did. I believe that it was Pluto, not the car. She's always been one to ignite. And this time, she did it in the most basic form. Or that's what I think, anyway. I wouldn't know because I wasn't there. But you were. And you're skin is charred and you're asleep. You've been asleep for a long time. You've tried to escape from this awful place. I don't blame you. I think I'll escape soon too. But I need you to wake up. So that you can try to stop me. Like you always do. Wake up, Jane.
Signed, Marigold
