Vanessa,
Before I tell you anything, I'm alright, Okay? You may not believe that, but it's true.
I'm okay. Or at leastI'm going to be. It's the end of the old and the beginning of the new.
But you can't tell anyone
I've contact you. You can't, you just can't. I don't want you to get in trouble, I don't want you to get more involved that
you already are.
I am risking too much by even sending you this.
There is so much to tell you, but I can't tell
you everything yet. I can't; everything is so messed up. I think back to that woman, you remember her, the crazy one? If I
had never met her, I would not be what I am now. I want to tell you everything, I need to purge, but I can't tell you everything.
Not yet.
It's not safe to contact you by regular means; email can be traced, but I don't care if they find this one.
It leads into cyberspace, not to me. Phones, conversations can be trapped. I can't contact you that way either. But I have
left messages for you, missives.
I need you to find them. If you piece them together, you will know what happened.
You
will know what became of me.
Snowflakes are falling, Vanessa. Can you see them where you are? Snowflakes falling, SNOWFLAKES
CALLING. They are wet on my face. Maybe the same flakes are falling on you? But no two snowflakes are alike; just like you
and me.
You need to go here, Vanessa. It may seem confusing, but everything will make sense eventually:
http://snowflakes-falling.tripod.com/Click on the snowflakes. Their knowledge is your power.
TELL NO ONE.
Owen
Oh, God, Vanessa,
I just wish that-----
