[For Trisha]

I awoke this morning in the strangest of moods and positions. I really should never have expected to find my voice stolen, as if I had been cast in the role of the poor lost boy to an evil witch's plan. At first, it had been nothing, but as the day grows on, I grow lonely and still silent, not liking how it's begun to drive me mad. Instead of lingering around people, I've taken all my things to the dock and have begun to arrange fishing lures in order to have a good night at sea.

I won't panic. At least, not yet. This place has such a habit of doing things beyond the pale of normal that I need to wait it out. I'm not a girl, Joe's not acting strange. I can handle my voice being thieved from me for a small amount of time. That, I can do.