Meanwhile, a certain Tessa Pratte...
Sure, 'Unfspxlblrtble Things' had been kind to her, offering for her
to live in his flat while he went out on his 'Buisiness' but on one
condition, she could not tell anyone that she was alive.
Sat alone in the windowless flat, she thouhgt to herself- 'Thank
goodnes I want cremated'...
Meanwhile, a certain Tessa Pratte sighs and looks at her computer
screen. She yearns to tell someone about the panic and struggle she
has been through, but dares not to leave the house as one gun in the
head has been enough for her already, without the help of the
mysterious criminal 'Unfspxlblrtble Things' She felt the side of her
head, and at the broken steel stump where the curvy bit that held her
glasses on, or at least HAD held her glasses on, before her attempted
suicide. How she had fooled the doctors while in her coma, she just
didn't know. All that she did know was that when she had woken up, she
had been 6 feet under, in a wooden box. She had called for help, and
had been saved from starvation, but only to be out of the frying pan
and into the fire.
