EVERY TOUCH LEAVES A TELL-TALE SIGN

I think I would be able to tell you the story of Ward 11 if just one of you materialized in the blogosphere.

A YEAR CHASING GHOSTS

I wonder if Levine is still alive? I haven't dared to check. I don't want him to go before you get to him. That's you, Zyn Dry, because I know you have nothing left to lose.

Last time I checked him was at some university in Canada, living the life of Riley. Somehow or other he has managed to airbrush all of this from his history. Not even a trace of slime, as the song says.

So I wasted a year chasing shadows.

EXCUSES, EXCUSES

I wrote that book, the one with the blue inkspot on the cover. That's why I haven't been blogging. Though it's pretty clear no-one has missed me very much.

I think you'd like it, Ysabella Brave.

Twenty-six months later

I can't believe you haven't found me yet.