Letters to Doctor S, Part V. Frantically searching.

I am writing this letter as hastily as possible because I believe that for you to understand what is going on is deathly urgent. Metier is insane. And I don’t me that we assume that he has lost his mental capacity. We *know* that he has none. He has used la prière des Sages, and he has been following the footsteps of his grandpére… he has given me an ultimatum and now I have two weeks to resolve this… But that is not what bothers me. Not truly.

Thaddeus, he’s shot my boss in the shoulder. Remember Mr Harvey, that I wrote you about before? The sweet rabbit that gave us our jobs? Metier shot him. I haven’t asked him why but I think I won’t. I’ll assume it was for some crazily inane reason that Metier cooked up. And the worst part is, he’s shot Arnold. He was aiming for me… we were returning from a ball dedicated to Hope and after dancing for a good long while undisturbed, I thought that I had finally found a glimmer of Hope to hold on to myself… and then it all happened so fast…

And the next thing I knew I was running. Arnold yelled at me to run back to ths hospital and not look back and I hadn’t even taken off my shoes from the ball. I was tired and scared and when I finally made it back to the hospital, I blurted everything to Kristos and he went to find Arnold. We patched him and he’s going to be fine, but… Thad, this is my fault. It’s my fault they’re harmed and it’s my fault Metier is even here. I want to fix this but I don’t have any clue as to how…

Thad, what do I do? What can I really do?

                                                                                                          Maddox

*Hastily scribbling the end of this note, a short p.s. was added. Maddox attached the letter to the pigeon’s leg and shoved it out of the room*