[Alex turns the note over in his hand, like maybe there might be something on the back—there isn’t.

Weird.

(So apparently he’d been wrong about normal-human-girl-on-the-side-of-the-road.  So says the mansion grapevine.  He’s almost never felt dumber.)

He’s going at noon, though, because it isn’t like he has anything better to do, and anyway, he should probably apologise for the whole blatant-string-of-half-lies thing.

The back grounds are huge.

Luckily, they’re also pretty flat, except for the forest, so it’s easy enough to see her.]