1.5b

M - I found your packet near the warehouse, behind the brick that you specified. The coin, the notes. I hold them now, crushed in my palm, ink staining my fingers. Forgive me for what I am about to do, for I must stop you. Perhaps you deserve relief - deserve to forget the pain of my rejection, to leave me for a life of peace. I do not care. A world which you have left behind is no home for me. I will decipher the meaning of the coin and the note, and I will find you before you can enact your plans. I must.