Dear Ely, It's dark here, do you know? Even during the day. And the window is so small; I can barely see the gardener when he passes. Can you see him when he passes your cell? Is he one of the Others? But... he never looked scary to me. He smiles at me when he finds me looking at him through the tiny hole of a window. Sometimes, he even passes me a candy. But what if he is one of Them? Oh, Ely. . . Dear Ely, I miss you so much. Remember those times when we used to play 'catch-Sam's-tail"? And how we used to pull and braid each other's hair? It's been so long. Do you know why They did this? Do you . . . ? Dear Ely, They knocked today. But I remained quiet, just like you had told me when we came here. When I did not open, They banged and thrashed at the door. I still didn't make a sound. Oh Ely, I am so scared these days. They might come and take me away, just like Maurice. . . Dear Ely, Do you know it rained today? I can still smell it; though the rain is gone for hours now, but the intoxicating damp, sweet smell of the undergrowth is reminding me of all the fun you, I and Sam used to have. The gardener had, very discreetly, passed me one of those fluffy flowers we had seen on the day we were dragged here. I was going to say thank you, but the Others had dragged him off when They found out what he did. . . Ely, I think they are coming for me. I can hear the screams and firing. Did they get you, Ely? Did they? Ely, can you hear me? I'm so scared. What do they do once they drag you off? Do they point those ghastly black things at you and blow off your heart? Or do they hang you upsi Museum Authority: These scraps of writing were found on the walls of the cellar where the victim was kept. We assume she was killed before she could end her last of the queries to the person whom she called Ely.