1.5a

M - I found your packet near the warehouse. 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 peace - deserve to forget me, to leave me behind. I do not care. A world which you have left behind is no home for me. I will find you before you can enact your plans. I must.