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monica dawson

written; forward dated to much much later in the evening

Anybody care to give a girl the 411 on this place? Micah, Nana, Damon are any of you out there? Somewhere?

... Well this is probably a long shot but Bob Bishop are you out there? Or Mohinder? This is Monica D.

~~I really hope I'm not just writing this to myself..~~. [ the scratched out line is still legible. ]

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That fits in with the description of this castle.

Oh, great description. "Welcome to a magical castle where you can't ever leave and we'll mess with you when we feel like it." Best thing.

How does it mess with us?

I haven't seen it just heard, it's not good.

That's pretty vague. What have you heard?

Oh, it turned people into children, made them hallucinate things. Not really anything that you'd want to know. Or experience.

I'd kins of like to know what I'm up against.

You actually want to know this insanity? I'm trying to stay as far away from it.

If you dont want to talk about it that's fine.

You don't find this too much?

I think I must still be in shock. None of this feels real at all.

It won't even after a while.

I can't decide whether or not that's a good thing.

I'd worry if this felt real. [ But none of this exists for her ]

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