Week 23: Thursday-- Journal, Email, and Phone
My ambition in life: to become successful enough to resume my career as a neurasthenic.

That said, I've more or less finalized my travel plans: Iceland, Mexico, and New York. The jet lag doesn't bear thinking about. (Neither does the fact that Dreizen tends to throw up on transatlantic flights.)



Mme. Solovyov;

Attached to this email is my travel itinerary for the upcoming September recess. Also included is a list of emergency contact numbers and brief instructions concerning Dreizen's welfare on the absolutely 100% unlikely chance that the dog comes back and I don't.

Please let me known if any further information is needed.


Sincerely,

Susannah Alexandra Hattington-Hallmeyer



[Cell message to B. Russell]

Still worming through the big apple, Sherlock? Because I've got a job for you: Fisher Majors. Human, 28, medium. Looks like--well, a bit like your type, actually, but don't get ideas. I've already emailed you a photo. Run a check on him and make it thorough. Seriously, Russell, I want full forensics. Hell, I want an autopsy.

Don't disappoint.

Ciao.

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