[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[He's going to start writing notes and leaving them scattered around the room and tucked into journals and on the bed and the walls and everywhere.]
[Just little things, mostly.]
[I don't have to be alone and there are friends out there waiting to meet me and I can be happy and surrounded by loved ones and Dear Pen Pal, how are you today? I'm doing well, I hope to see you. just stupid motivational notes and conversational small letters, things that feel less isolated. He tucks the pens and stationary into his bag when he's littered the tower enough. He might need to write more notes who knows.]
[Finally he edges towards the vanity and pokes the mirror with the poker.]
[You crack it, but as chips fall off of your reflection they also fall off of you, in the same places, and it's still pulling. You could destroy it in another swing but then what happens??]
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[Just little things, mostly.]
[I don't have to be alone and there are friends out there waiting to meet me and I can be happy and surrounded by loved ones and Dear Pen Pal, how are you today? I'm doing well, I hope to see you. just stupid motivational notes and conversational small letters, things that feel less isolated. He tucks the pens and stationary into his bag when he's littered the tower enough. He might need to write more notes who knows.]
[Finally he edges towards the vanity and pokes the mirror with the poker.]
Re: the tower
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[He investigates the rest of the room, the vanity, the bed and under the bed and the windows.]
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Let go of me!
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