Coen! You’re alive! I had a dream about you last night, it was so awful… Brencis, he cut your head off and... I don’t want to talk about it. Mirto said he wouldn’t do that anyway; he’d eat you like the others. I’m so glad he didn’t! We miss you so much…
Brencis is taking people away… every day, he takes someone from the cells and they never come back. They go downstairs… I don’t know where. Everyone’s afraid. Sometimes it feels like the floor is thumping like a heart, and then it gets warm. Mirto said I’m making it up. I’m not.
