A small sheet of paper falls from the pages of a jumblesale book...
J,
I’m scared, I feel the net closing in and have got to disappear for a while. I will lie low and wait for things to quieten down. Please take care of Sarah. Don’t tell her anything, its best she doesn’t know.
I can’t believe they chose us, of all of mankind, why us? I’ve been sleeping rough at the location for many nights but except for the odd guys lamping, it's all quiet. I must make contact, I must know more. I keep having those dreams we talked about, their lights in the sky and their voices. I’m so scared.
I’ve been following the work of Johann Wilhelm Ritter in the journals and managed to grab a package from him on its way to the University as it passed through the Office. I've tried it out in the shed. Sarah keeps checking on me – don’t tell her anything.
In case the suits catch up with me before I can make contact, I’ve hidden it – you will know.
Remember when we were last in town playing cards and we started with seven shillings between us, we lost four at the Black Lion, lost one at the Crown Hotel, got nowt at the Frankland, though that barlass took a shine to you, we won four at the Black Bull, gained four more at the Royal and finished the day seven down at the Little Three ? We supped a lot that day, happier times. Take a U16 with you. Its just off the path – don’t go too far, I’ve written my name.
Take care of Sarah. Tell her I love her.
KS
March 1962
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