Frank chuckled. "I'm sorry, my mind is a little clouded today." He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. "I wanted to see Mag, she sent us a rather peculiar letter." He looked at the male fox and the guard. "Could you give us a moment?"
The male fox and the guard nodded. "We will give you five minuets." They both left simultaneously.
Frank waited for them to close the door, before bringing out the letter an unfolding it. It reads:
'Hey mum and dad, it's me Mag... It's been some time since my last letter but the cowboy insisted... He's a strange fellow... always carrying a box, he never tells me what's in it... Anyway, how are you all? I heard that nothing has changed. Nothing except the puppets having some fun, dancing without strings... Things are solitaries here, without you guys and Acon... I wonder if she still remembers me... It's cold here... So cold and lonely... They'll burn... Burn like the flame that controls us all...
[The letter is partly unreadable]
Solitaries... Solitaries... SOLITARIES... SOLITARIES...
SOLITARIES
SOLITARIES SOLITARIES SOLITARIES SOLITARIES SOLITARIES
SOLITARIES.'