Coen! You’re alive! I had a dream about you last night, it was so awful… Brencis, he cut your head off and... I don’t want to talk about it. Mirto said he wouldn’t do that anyway; he’d eat you like the others. I’m so glad he didn’t! We miss you so much…
I’ll tell Dad, and Yanna, and Mirto that you’re alive and fighting to free us. They’re so scared, even Dad. He tries to pretend he’s not, but he does this thing with his mouth, you know, when it twitches. I want to play with you again... Or even go fishing. I’ll do the worms next time, I promise. I just want to go home… I really, really want to go home. Please. Please…