20 November, 1890
Sloane,You mean to tell me you've been out since you were transferred? Of course I've heard nothing, because your brother hasn't done me nor any of our other friends any favors by updating us on your condition assuming he knows. Is there no way any of us can visit? Wally, even? Your writing scares me. The handwriting is all wrong and you almost sound like
Splash is fine. He curled up on the edge of my bed last night, which struck me as odd. He growled at me when I tried to move the covers back, though. Some things never change.
I'm worried about you. What can I do?
Cameron