A note is flapping in the warm breeze on the wall, a rock holding it in place. I down a massive gulp of coffee and head over to get a better look. As I get closer my pace slows, the words coming into focus. It is definitely not a note from James. I stop abruptly as I read it, a warning, or a threat, roughly penned in Sharpie. You need to leave. Now.
HUUUHHHHH
