Note: Letter found at God’s Acre, Archerfield. Letter #59
Dear Dad, I suppose I should start with the obvious first. I’m alright. No spider bites, no cuts to help them scent us. We’re good. It took far longer than we thought to make it to Archerfield without the car. The airfield was deserted, just as you thought it would be. I’d hoped you’d be there. Seriously, where are you?