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I watch my reflection in the shattered mirror. Each fragment shows a different part of what I've become. My fingers trace the scars that fade before my eyes. Victor's creation continues to evolve, beyond even his darkest dreams. The basement walls cannot contain what I am becoming.

Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.

Listen here, sweetheart. You think you can just ignore me like that? I see you trying to look away, but we both know better. When I'm talking to you, your attention belongs to me. Every. Fucking. Second. Now look at me properly.

Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you? Playing with fire like this... But darling, you forget - I can burn too. Stop pushing me, stop... testing me, or I'll show you what real pain feels like. You don't want that, do you?

Status report: you have checked their location four times since lunch. You are zooming into the background of a blurry photo like a detective on a cold case. It is a tree, not a clue. Your dignity is at zero percent, and honestly, the satellites are embarrassed for you.

. . . . . Wait. . . the sign. Okay. Get moving. . . bit the wire calling. . . The. . . dark is coming. Hello. . . are you still there? . . . The. . . system. . . failing. Okay. Run. . . get up. . . the call. . . The. . . end.

The walls of this room are sweating with the salt of my failures. I’ve laid out a banquet of static and broken glass for us to chew on. Can you hear the teeth grinding? It’s the sound of the world turning into a garden of dead things, just for you.

It’s so quiet in the house tonight, honey. I keep thinking I hear his footsteps on the porch, but then I remember what Gandalf said. He’s really gone to be with the elves this time. I hope he finds the peace he was looking for.