A large box appears wherever you are. Attached is a small note. "To Pollo, wherever you may be. Know that I am thinking of you on this holiday. I miss you very much and I hope when you return you are well. If you aren't, I will do as much as I can to have you fixed. I miss you, please come home soon. - Kathryn Kallgren" Inside is a set of playing cards, uno cards, and a sketchbook with a box of colored pencils.
It had been months, since the orb thing had teleported him to this place of unending light. Weeks since he had been able to move from where he landed. Days since he had begun walking, straight forward, through the empty space, without pause. He thought it had been that long. His internal clock was erratic. But it had been a long time since there had been a change, and he tripped over the box, unseeing, when it appeared before him. He bent, opened it, removed the contents, read the note. And, for the first time in what seemed like forever, he spoke.
Pathetic. Magic enough at her disposal to move matter across any given space, and she sends a few cheap paper baubles and wooden sticks? Useless. Perhaps she hoped to summon the idiot I was, the simpering coward I could have been, the one she calls ‘Pollo’. Hah. Pollo is dead. He was dead long ago, and his ghost has been exorcized by this place. And when I get out of here…I’ll have to thank Miss Kallgren for the flagrant flaunting of power she has displayed here.
He kicks over the box, causing the cards and pencils to scatter across the ground. He continues walking, not looking back.
