Dear Newt,
We made it to Paradise. Or, at least that's what all these shanks have been calling it. It doesn't seem quite like my vision of "paradise" yet. My version had you in it, for one. But, as Chuck would say it, it's better than living in a pile of klunk. Chuck...shuck it. I really miss that kid. I really miss you.
It was so hard to get to Paradise. So many people died along the way. Teresa died. A piece of the shuck wall fell and pinned the girl to the ground right before we went through the portal to Paradise. Thomas is a wreck about. Heck, Thomas is a wreck all together. But, then again, so am I.
I wish I knew where you were, dude. As much as I hate to think t, you're probably still at that crank place. I try not to make myself wonder whether you're completely jacked up yet. I'm hoping you'll remember me even when you are. You're probably already a shuckin' psycho. I've never told you this before, and don't take it the wrong way, but I love ya, dude. I really love and miss you.
-Minho
