Author's Note

I'm Dakota Cathal, he was Augustine Dalton.

I'm alive, he's not.

Now here on the earth, where my best friend no longer breathes, I think a lot. Slowly, most times. Because he left me a troubling note. I swear, he must think me a mad man to believe what it says.

But, unfortunately, I can't help but start to when a particular piece of evidence follows me a little too closely.

. . .

This is temporarily, I repeat TEMPORARILY, on hold until I get my creative crap together. Organizing my brain is a huge feat.

This story will contain no sexual content and little swearing. It will, however, have topics regarding mental health. If you are uncomfortable with that, I don't exactly recommend this.