I'm Sorry To Inform You:

                        Alexandria Has Died.

This is John writing the letter. The man that took care of Alexandria, while you were trapped in a dark room, shackled to the floor. I'm dearly sorry, I was very fond of her. I know you knew her better than I, because you are married to her.

   She kept telling me you were going to write back to her, even after she died, she knew that you would write back soon, no matter how long.

   I buried her in the backyard, cause it was the only place that still had flowers, and everything was alive back there.

                                 R.I.P Alexandria ?-?

                                                                  A Dear Friend Of Alexandria,

                                                                            John