(Charlie)
Dear Missy,
I'm turning to you because I don't have anybody else to talk to. I'm lonely, sis, and I'm scared, as scared as I ever was.
I don't know what to do anymore with our nephew. William. You'd like him. He looks a little bit like Bill, and a lot like his father. He is very stubborn, just like you were, and just as mysterious.
A few days ago he was just a kid, a normal teenager, preoccupied with school and dating. His girlfriend was very cute and smart girl, she reminded me of my Maggie. Well, every girl reminds me of my daughter. I don't know where she is, what she looks like, what her dreams and fears are… Does she hate me? Does she even remember me?
I see my Junior in William. You know, William still misses his adoptive parents, even though he barely remembers them. Do I dare to hope that my son misses his dad like that? I sure as hell miss him, sis!
It's been years since Skinner had any news about my family, and then last week he called to tell me that our mother was dying. She's dead already. But you probably know that, right? You are together now, aren't you? I need to believe that you are, I need to believe that there is a better world than this one and that I will manage to redeem myself enough to be allowed to see you again.
I heard her, Missy! I talked to Dana! She was cold and distant, but I can't blame her. If only she knew… But she can't know, no one can! It was a mistake to call her, and now I'm paying for that mistake. It costed William his girlfriend, we had to disappear again and now things got complicated. So complicated.
I am following him now. It used to be the other way around, but things changed overnight. He took us to this place that looks normal, but it isn't. Some guy claimed to have found pyramids here and he's digging them up. William joined his team and he's spending most of his time digging through some tunnels that are supposed to lead to the center of the main pyramid. It looks just like a hill to me, but it's supposed to be very old so it's completely covered with vegetation. There are even houses on it and people who live in them usually reach a very old age.
As for the tunnels, the story sounds bizarre here. You'd probably like it though, you were always into energies and crystals, stuff like that. People come from all over the world to visit those tunnels, believing they have healing power. There are some huge magic stones inside on which they meditate and a lake with drinkable, and presumably positively energized water.
But the story of their origins… My god! They were built by one civilization, for no known reason. Then they were closed with dry walls and filled up with dirt and sand by another, much later civilization. Again, the reason is unknown. This organization, Bosnian Pyramid Foundation, is now simply taking the filling material outside, and the length and number of discovered tunnels is rapidly increasing. No one really knows anything about their purpose, but there seems to be infinite amount of theories.
I don't know, Missy, it's more of your thing. I haven't been inside, but William is spending so much time there and it worries me. Whatever is going on with this place, it's affecting him greatly. He started to have visions and nightmares even before we got here, but now they've intensified. He talks about things that he's not supposed to know, some of that shit is true, but some is outright insane. Now he often complains about the pain in his neck, and when I think about it… I don't want to think about it, because if that's the case we are both doomed. You saw Dana's chip, didn't you? Wasn't it even the reason why you got killed?
What if… What if William has it too? What if they left us to think we are doing a good job hiding all these years, but now they are coming to get us and there's nothing we can do about it? I've successfully avoided traveling by planes all these years, but the few times when it was necessary for us to fly, we had a bit of trouble with passing through the metal detector. It always went on on William, but they would just check him, find nothing and let him go. I easily assumed it was a mistake of the machine, but what if it wasn't? How did I never see the pattern before?
I can't fail him, Missy! I've failed you and everybody else, I can't let that happen with William! I can't! I won't! But what can I do? This is all so much bigger than me and beyond my capabilities of understanding. How do I protect my boy?
Oh, Missy, how I wish you were here! You would know what to do, or at least what to say. You always saw the bigger picture, the world behind the doors that are closed to the rest of us. You believed everything happened for a reason. Yet, you are dead for no reason at all. Were you wrong all along? Or am I missing something here?
William is special, Missy. So were you. Could you reach him, somehow? If anybody could communicate from the other side, I believe it would be you. If anybody could receive your message, I believe it would be our nephew.
When my hamster died, you convinced me you could talk to him for me. We made a circle to contact the hamster heaven. I still admire you for managing to convince Bill and Dana to participate! They were always so scientific and down to earth, but you, you had a way of making people do whatever you wanted them to do, without them even realizing that they are playing right to you hand.
My hamster said that haven is made of carrots and he was happy there. I was so excited. I wanted to get in touch with Bill's dog and Dana's rabbit, but they refused. You said it's not possible to contact a dead pet without its owner's approval and I believed you. It was enough to know that my hamster was at peace, and it gave me comfort for years to come. Even when I grew up and realized it was just a trick to console a baby brother, that sense of peace didn't leave me. You never admitted it being anything but genuine experience, though, even when there was no one left to believe you.
I believe you now, sis. I believe you again. Faith is usually the last thing people would give up, since without faith there's not much hope left. I am not any different. I went to the churches, and even to synagogues. I tried praying, but it left me feeling empty and defeated. My faith wasn't there, Missy. My faith is in you.
Help us, Missy, I'm begging you! I've reached the end and I have no one else to turn to.
