There gone. All of them. It's just me. All the letters have stopped. Even he won't talk to me now. They stopped after the door opened. They stopped because he knows no matter what he says, no matter what he tries to tell me, I won't be kept here any longer. I'm the last one alive who knows what he did. He knows I know. He knows that I'm not afraid anymore. There's nothing left to be afraid of now. He knows he can't keep me here. He knows I'm going to find him.
The letters have stopped. They've stopped because theres no one left to send them. No ones coming, no one is ever going to find me in here. There's nothing now. Just me. Me and him. The letters have stopped and my door is open. I can run. He isn't strong enough to stop me. I don't have to stay in this room anymore. But what if everything he has told me is right. After all there's nothing that I do now. Everyone is already gone. What can I achieve out there?
Out there is nothing. No more people and no more letters. Just me. Me and him. If I leave I am only part of the nothing. I will fade just like the others faded. Even time has died.
[The cities electricity is going out. The only lights I see are coming from inside the prison]
The only light left is here. The only safety I will ever be able to find is right where I am. Out there the darkness will last forever. I'll be completely alone. Left to my own devices, drifting entirely in a timeless void. It will just be me. Not even he will be there. If I open that door I will be nothing. In here I mean something. In here I am special.
[You are worth every penny]
He told me.
He promised me.
But I can't stay in here forever. Not here, not alone. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there's hope. Someone must be left somewhere. There are others. There are others like me. I heard the others mentioned in some of the letters. I can find them. But how will I know there still out there for sure? I can't. I won't be able to tell anything for certain now that the letters have stopped. They might have died just like everyone else. They might have already got free. Is it really possible for there to be no one left? Just me. Me and him.
And even he won't talk to me now. His letters have stopped. All the letters have stopped and my door is open. He knows I know. He did this. He killed them. I know and he knows I know. He's afraid of me. I'm not afraid of. Not anymore because I know there's nothing left to be afraid of. There is nothing and there is no one. Just me. Me and him. That will soon change. Everything will change. Everything already has changed. He killed them. He took away everything that I love. He wants me to forget. I'll never forget. Now I know and he knows I know. He knows he can't stop me from remembering. He knows he can't keep me here. Time is dead. There is nothing. The letters have stopped. The letters have stopped and my door is open. The letters have stopped and my door is open and I'm not afraid.
I will find him.