Alphonse-

I only have the fertiliser right now, but things look promising. If you wouldn't mind meeting me today anyway, I have a few questions for you.

[large, block letters]

If anyone happens to dream tonight about a living skeleton dressed in a well-tailored suit and likely wearing a hat, do not attack him. He's friendly, charming, and will probably even lend you a hand if you ask nicely enough.

Not a literal hand. He needs that.

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[different handwriting, flowing and cursive]

I'm sorry to inform friends of the Scarecrow that he was killed last night. Mr. Howard, according to the nurses. He didn't manage to hurt anyone else.

[There's a folded napkin pinned to the bulletin board, with a quick sketch of a butterfly akin to this inside it done by one of the patients from memory. Written on top of the napkin is:]

Reference material, for anyone who needs it.

Rita -

I think it's dead, if that's any consolation. How are you feeling?

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[posted separately]

I gather lucid dreaming is a common occurence here. Would anyone know how to conjure up some sort of weapon? I've seen a lot of swords, but I'd prefer something more modern.