[her normal handwriting, at the top of a full-size piece of notebook paper]

[fourstonewalls]

Damon Gant is dead.

Comments

[a bit neater]

[ham_fisted]

I've already volunteered to help that new paramedics group, but I'll try and get in contact with him, too.

[inkblot] Take care of yourself, Ms. Skye.

[fourstonewalls]

I think they may be working together, although I'm not sure.

You too, Detective.

[Added later:]

Also -- Detective Meekins has left the institute, though as far as I'm aware no foul play was involved.

[ham_fisted]

Well, it looks like I'm dropping the supplies off to him tonight, anyway.

Meekins? Who's that?

[folded over with Gumshoe's name on it]

[fourstonewalls]

If you see Ema, keep an eye on her.

A junior officer from our precinct with more enthusiasm than skill. Who was evidently charged with -- and cleared of -- the same murder I was?

[previous note removed]

[ham_fisted]

Will do.

[inkblot, followed by small pen streak:] Oh, that guy?? [pen taps] What would the General have wanted with someone like him? I guess he's another person we'll have to find once we've escaped.

[back to regular notes]

[fourstonewalls]

[deliberate inkblot, not that anyone can tell it's deliberate]

Your guess is as good as mine, Detective.

You think he's still on this world? Out there, somewhere, believing he belongs? Hmm.