You receive a neatly wrapped brown paper parcel, tied with up string, it almost feels simply nostalgic to glance at it. Taped to it is a small note written on a piece of old brittle yellow paper. It reads " Dearest Winsor, I've been reminiscing about my interactions with you and how we've fought! While I was rummaging through my bag I stumbled upon something that you might like to have! I can't describe it right now, too TONGUE tied with excitement.- Scratch"
Winsor curiously plucks the note off the top of the package as he circles his cluttered office desk. Sitting back in the old chair he glances down at the paper, skimming the note and immediately tossing the note and package, along with a stack of paperwork, to the floor in a panic.













