PARADISA

[The following entry comes from a very exasperated, annoyed and more to the point drenched Silva.

He sighs dramatically before speaking.]

To whomever thought it was a good idea to place a bucket of cold water over the kitchen doorway I do hope you find the love of a good woman or man soon. You clearly have a little too much time to spare.

[ He's now going to dry himself off ... he is just so above this childish shit.]

[ Anybody wandering the corridors of floor two will see a very peculiar sight ... the normally calm and collective Mr Silva staggering down the corridor occassionally falling to his knees as if he's being pushed by invisible attackers.

Recently he'd spent most of his time in his room mulling over recent events back home and here in Paradisa. Nobody was actively trieing to kill him for once so it was probably a safer time as any to stay in his room. Today though he has fallen victim to the sleeping plague ... he'd closed his eyes for no more then a minute but that was all it took.

Now he thinks he's back at Qinghe prison in Beijing in 1997 and on his way for more questioning.]

You ... can tell General Zhang he's wasting his time ... I will never betray my country. Never.

[There's a cry of pain as an unseen baton gets whacked against his kidneys.]

[ Silva has been nowhere near the castle since he gathered supplies and information regarding his revenge plan on Meg. The risk factor is far to high.

However he will be back at some point soon. He has far to much unfinished business with people there. But for today he is hiding out in a small cottage in the countryside.

He moves around from day to day. Always thinking on his toes ... always keeping his enemies guessing. But after a time he still likes to stop and preach take stock on events]

Tomorrow it will be the most jolliest and most commercial of holidays ... christmas.

I trust you have all been good boys and girls this year? Otherwise Santa Claus will not be bringing you any presents this year. But this poses the most excellent of questions does it not?

What is the point of gifts in a place that grants you whatever you desire?

So think of this as a charming little mental excerise. If you could be given anything that is not already available here ... what would it be?

Do have a think long and hard about this one. It could be anything from a weapon to a cherished childhood keepsake.

Surprise me Paradisa.

[ Guess who is taking advantage of the fact that the majority of you will be off celebrating at the Halloween ball to make another personal statement?

That's right...this guy.

Whilst everybody is at the Halloween Ball Silva is using this time to sneak up to M's room to pay her a visit and offer his condolences in a totally sincere way. With a little rose in his hand he approachs the door only to find the nameplate gone....]

No!

[He lets out a frustrated snarl...what was the point of that little excercise of his if she wasn't there to see the result?

Sighing, he re-adjusts his suit and leaves the rose at her door anyway. So that was it then...another chance at vengence was gone. He was stuck here until Paradisa had the good graces to send him back. Not really much point in spending the rest of his time dodging what was waiting for him.

He makes his way to his room, pours himself a malt whiskey before sticking on "La Mer" by Charles Trenet on his Ipod. ]

So it seems the one you all call "Emma" has gone home....how very sad.

[ It is worth noting at this time that Silva has actually moved onto the castle premises. The safehouse was boring him, and with a few more of M's security team being sent him by the castle it was probably as good a time as any to move back to his room for the first time since he arrived.

Besides everybody else was too busy cleaning up after the "Gentleman" fiasco to notice him.]

You boys and girls weren't kidding when you claim anything can happen here. Not that there was much room for doubt, but sometimes hearing about something just doesn't do it as much justice when you experience it first hand. Although I must say I prefer being a young student at that school over a mute extra in a horror story.

Tell me...do any of you have any favourite adventures during your time here?

[ Filtered to both Bond and M.]

You've been suspicously quiet as of late James...you too mother.

I do hope nothing bad has happened...you know how much I fret over the both of you.

[ Look who it is kids, it's everybodys favourite cyber terrorist.  Only he's been taking time out to lick his wounds from his massive failiure to kill M and re evaluate his position in Paradisa. Also having god damn arrows fired into him and throwing himself out a window to escape hurts like hell. But since he knows you'll all worry about him it's time he let his voice be heard again.]

Hello again friends. It has been a while has it not?

I understand a number of you set off on an expedition into strange and foreign lands recently yes? Ohh how exciting. To venture in to the unknown in the name of understanding and adventure. It is...admirable.

But I do hope you all returned home safely, it is so easy for these things to turn nasty.

[There's a slight wince as if a recent injury is currently causing him some discomfort.]

I would have volunteered my services to help but alas I have been recovering from a little hunting accident...nothing too serious, but a little rest and relaxation always helps for a speedy recovery.

[ Filtered to Katniss Everdeen.]

I have one thing to say to you my dear.

[ Filtered to M]

[He makes a sound as if he's about to speak but decides against it...he's not in the mood to deal with that shit right now.]

[It has been a few days since his arrival in Paradisa. The idea of a magical castle was a ludicrous one but here it was. If he had any doubt on such a matter he would merely have to look at the journal network and the communication device in front of him. It was on this network that he found the journal entries belonging to mother.

Oh how his face lit up when he realised they would be reunited together again...but that quickly changed when Silva realised the journal would also have picked up his insane ramblings in the hedge maze. The element of surprise was gone and knowing M she would have assembled her defences really quickly. The room was useless to him...it would no doubt be watched by James and anybody else she'd worked her charms on. So since day two of his stay he had been hiding out in a safe house in the centre of town.

It's from there he speaks to the journal network]

[Filtered away from James Bond and M]

Hello fellow residents. My name is Silva. But I believe a lot of you already know that yes? A certain little old lady has probably already informed you of what a terrible person I am. Yet what do we truly know about the people here if we are not from their world?  My point is we are all whatever front we want to show the rest of the citizens of Paradisa and she is no different.

So I ask you level headed citizens to keep an open mind and remember that there are two sides to every story.  You cannot have a heads without a tails and you cannot have a yin without a yang.

I would like you all to bare that in mind before you all start...knock knock knocking on my door with torches and pitchforks.

[Filtered to James Bond]

You and mother have been here this long without me?...How ever have you coped with my absence?

[Filtered to M]
You've had a head start on me thanks to this little...journal network.  [He tuts]

That's cheating mother...