It has been a while since your last letter. I hope this does not mean that something terrible has happened to you, or that the Monster has gotten to you. Talking with you, if only through letter or the song of the city surrounds, has made my life livable, and I am greatly thankful for your friendship. The Monster knows, however, that something is up.

It was getting worse. The Monster often confines me to a room high from the ground now away from my tree. A barren room, stale with the lack of natural smells. It hurts to be away from my tree, Sindaraen, I was not sure how much longer I could stand the separation. I think It is having lots of guests lately, for I hear many new voices echoing in the halls below.

But things have suddenly changed. The voices have stopped, for now, and the Monster allows me more access to my tree. It has even offered to give me my freedom, but It wants me to sign more papers. The Monster's explanations are scary, but I'm not sure if things could get worse. You have asked me to tell you things about the papers, and so I am writing to say it should not be long before we get to meet in person.

Your Friend,

Vash