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Apr. 16th, 2005 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerWhen Roland came upstairs after his last talk with Joe, he brought graf with him. A lot of graf.
And he stared out the window, and drank.
This is why he slept late -- well into the afternoon. Then he lay flat on his back and stared at the ceiling. Until, of course, he remembered that it was April 16.
Time to open the packet.
He rises now and goes to the writing desk, and stares down at the thin packet in his hands. This is it. Whatever it is, this is it.
It's held closed by a string and a seal. He unties the string, breaks the seal, and sees a letter with his name on it. Tossing the rest of the contents of the package down on the bed, he opens his letter, and begins to read.
Dear Roland
It's been a long time. Years, by my watch, which I don't have anymore. Only the fob, which was the memory crystal we all got for Christmas.
I still remember that, when I hold it.
Most of the time it's vague, what I've lost. I think it's a mercy, from someone. I can almost remember who it might be.
The night before I was supposed to get married, I went into my old room, and it drew me back into the desert that I came to Milliways from. It worries me very much that without noticing I put on that morning the same clothes I wore in, except for the boots. I lost the original boots in the maze.
They saved them for me.
This ain't making a lot of sense, I'm sorry. It took me a long time to get to the point of writing this.
I've disappeared the night before the wedding. Someone has to tell everyone, and that's you. Don't tell anyone before Mina unless they can absolutely be trusted to keep their mouths shut. Make sure Val is handy and ANTHY IS FAR THE FUCK AWAY before you tell her.
Tell her I'm trying to come back.
But tell her I'm starting to think it isn't going to work.
I've tried to set things up so you'll know if I'm dead or not. Just in case, my will is enclosed, along with a bunch of letters. Give the will to Spike, I won't make you do that part.
If you need to.
I am sorry to put this burden on you, I really am. But you owe me.
There was no way you could've warned me, I reckon--the door would've hunted me down, since I stopped trying to use the front one. As it did. Kah like a wind, as Susan used to say. Kah like a wind.
Sincerely,
Joe Manco
Sante Fe, NM, 1879
Roland doesn't look up. He reads the letter again. And again.
He sits on the bed, now, head bowed.
I am sorry to put this burden on you, I really am. But you owe me.
Eventually he gets up and puts his shirt on. There are folken to find, and to tell.
Roland sticks the inner packet in the pocket of his shirt. He'll check Joe's room, first. Just to make sure.
And he stared out the window, and drank.
This is why he slept late -- well into the afternoon. Then he lay flat on his back and stared at the ceiling. Until, of course, he remembered that it was April 16.
Time to open the packet.
He rises now and goes to the writing desk, and stares down at the thin packet in his hands. This is it. Whatever it is, this is it.
It's held closed by a string and a seal. He unties the string, breaks the seal, and sees a letter with his name on it. Tossing the rest of the contents of the package down on the bed, he opens his letter, and begins to read.
Dear Roland
It's been a long time. Years, by my watch, which I don't have anymore. Only the fob, which was the memory crystal we all got for Christmas.
I still remember that, when I hold it.
Most of the time it's vague, what I've lost. I think it's a mercy, from someone. I can almost remember who it might be.
The night before I was supposed to get married, I went into my old room, and it drew me back into the desert that I came to Milliways from. It worries me very much that without noticing I put on that morning the same clothes I wore in, except for the boots. I lost the original boots in the maze.
They saved them for me.
This ain't making a lot of sense, I'm sorry. It took me a long time to get to the point of writing this.
I've disappeared the night before the wedding. Someone has to tell everyone, and that's you. Don't tell anyone before Mina unless they can absolutely be trusted to keep their mouths shut. Make sure Val is handy and ANTHY IS FAR THE FUCK AWAY before you tell her.
Tell her I'm trying to come back.
But tell her I'm starting to think it isn't going to work.
I've tried to set things up so you'll know if I'm dead or not. Just in case, my will is enclosed, along with a bunch of letters. Give the will to Spike, I won't make you do that part.
If you need to.
I am sorry to put this burden on you, I really am. But you owe me.
There was no way you could've warned me, I reckon--the door would've hunted me down, since I stopped trying to use the front one. As it did. Kah like a wind, as Susan used to say. Kah like a wind.
Sincerely,
Joe Manco
Sante Fe, NM, 1879
Roland doesn't look up. He reads the letter again. And again.
He sits on the bed, now, head bowed.
I am sorry to put this burden on you, I really am. But you owe me.
Eventually he gets up and puts his shirt on. There are folken to find, and to tell.
Roland sticks the inner packet in the pocket of his shirt. He'll check Joe's room, first. Just to make sure.
