Well it was always going to come back to me wasn’t it?
Four months and I hear nothing from Cornelius, or Travis, or Lucinda, or any of them. They’d entered my life – taken it over for a while there – filled my days and then suddenly nothing. They were gone.
I should have expected it really. Whatever was happening, to Cornelius and the rest of them, it wasn’t going to have a conventional end was it? It wasn’t going to be neatly and conveniently wrapped up. So I moved on and got on with my life, I mean I wrote about it, about what happened to me and to Cornelius – thought a lot about it and was then ready to leave it behind me.
And then of course it had to happen. A parcel arrives in the post, and in the parcel a book…. an old hardback with a picture of a cowboy on it. A trash novel from the 50s maybe. Wanderer in the Wasteland. The author was the giveaway.
I read it and it was bad and I got very little out of it – so I started to take it to pieces – literally. I ripped it open. Pulled out the pages and took the cover apart and found glued into the spine a slither of paper with a series of what I guess were passwords… to this site… to Cornelius’ email… his Facebook… all his accounts.
He was passing on the baton. To me. To finish his story I guess. Well as far as I can.
I’ve uploaded the end of the 5th episode… and Lucinda’s maps… and that’s it… now I’m waiting.
And so are you I’m afraid.
We’ll have to wait together… and presume that there is an end to all this.
There is… isn’t there?
Lance Dann 10.08.10