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To: Sefton, Amanda
From: Dayspring, Nathan
Subject: didn't mean to make you worry


Moira's reading this as I type, just to warn you. Apparently I'm not allowed on the computer unsupervised until she's sure I can behave and not scare people. Especially you, I think. Which I especially don't want to do. You have too much to do to worry about other things...

I don't think this letter is sounding quite right, but Moira glared at me this morning until I took the pills she gave me. They're making everything kind of swimmy. I don't think she wants me wandering off again. Or seeing things like I was seeing yesterday. I guess the pills are sort of working. There aren't any dead people in the room anymore but I'm still hearing things. Moira almost made me delete that last sentence but changed her mind. I'm supposed to tell you from her that I just sound schizophrenic. And not to worry. (I keep trying to tell her that they're just the people whose eyes I borrow, but she keeps giving me strange looks.)

I hope you're doing well. Moira's thinking about you a lot today so I am, too. Keep studying hard, okay? And don't grumble so much about the pendant. I think it sounds pretty.


Nate

Comments

Subject: Re: 's all right.

[xp_daytripper]

Don't worry about scaring me. Yeah, I was worried, and I'm glad you're all right, but I'm not as delicate and fragile as everyone seems to think. Least not now, and not over here, not with Romany and Homily hovering over me like hawks.

The dead people and the voices, this is your pre-cog, right? Homily says it sounds like the spirits of the dead have a message for you, and while she's seriously into what Jono would call the hippy mushroom eating stuff, she isn't wrong about these sorts of things. She also says you shouldn't try and listen to them without some kind of anchor to the here and now, and that sounds like a bloody good idea to me.

And no, I don't normally talk about other people's problems to people they don't know, but Homily weaselled it out of me yesterday when she sat me down for some calming tea. She's as sneaky as Rom, in her own way. Just in case you think you can't trust me - I wouldn't talk about the other stuff, not ever.

You sound like you need sleep - don't worry about me, I'm fine, and look after yourself. Or let Moira do it. *grins* I'm sure she'll be happy to tuck you in.

I'll talk to you later when your head ain't so crowded.

A.