Things have gone from wonderful to me being as lost as ever once more. I awoke yesterday to find that all I could hear in my mind was screaming. It sounded like Arnold’s screams and I fear something terrible has harmed him… It wasn’t his scream of rage or annoyance as per normal. This was fright, Father. Fright that would fell a grown man… I am very worried. I’m going to find my friend Erehwon and plead with her to take me to Babbage… I have to know what really happened. I’ll be looking to find Helio as well… He helped me find my friend once, I know he can help me again… And I need some comfort as well. I need someone to tell me that everything will work out, even if it is a lie. I need to hear some good in all of this, because if I have to do so, I will turn to my darker side. I will use whatever means necessary to find Arnold and bring him home. I suspicion that there are two individuals who may have done this, for much different reasons : one is the old man Canergak. He hurt Arnold with no thought the last time, who’s to say he wasn’t behind this? Add in that I don’t trust the old man, and …Let me just say that if I write you from a jail cell soon, it will be too late for me. The second person (if one can call him that now) is Metier. Yes, I know I wrote home that he was dead. But apparently his ghost has been causing trouble all over Babbage and if I am wrong about Cangergak, then I will have to be sure that it is him. There is no other faction that I can clearly say would have something against Arnold… In spite of his attitude. (If that Lighthouse man has had any say in this, I may strangle him as well, just for good measure. I may do so in any occasion… I’ll explain that to you later.) Even though I have made a huge mistake in my lessons, I have to go back. I have to look for Arnold and I have to avenge this act. I will instruct my husband on what to write to you if I do not live through this. I know you understand, Thaddeus. I know you understand that I must do this. For Arnold. He has done so much for me (more than even you know of) that I would be not a scratch human at all if I didn’t rush to his aid now.
I haven’t said this in years, but please pray for me, Papa. Pray that I somehow make this right in the end…Or in my eventual end.
I love you. Expect a letter soon, either way.