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Roy Graves
to Juliet Jones

Jules,

You know how I always say I hate conspiracy theories and you ask why I'm watching a documentary about one? It's a... weird hate watch fascination. I think I've explained this several times. The point is, you know I don't believe in most of them that carry no weight whatsoever.

Let's start with what we went through. We, among other people, were gone for an entire week. I have some memories of what I did while I was gone but I'm not keen on sharing them with anyone, especially because I don't know if they actually happened and because given what I remember, telling you would be putting you in possible legal danger. Here's the crazy thing though. No one's knocking down my door to arrest me. There are no news stories of what I did when I... wasn't me (I'll get into that in a minute). There are some people that remember waking up in a warehouse - a warehouse that is miles away from my home and I don't know how I got from point A to point B without getting hit by a car because people can't fucking drive.

There was an upwards of at least twenty people missing. I've done the research. Most mass kidnappings of some sort have political motives and there's either a demand for ransom and/or a lot of the people who got kidnapped wind up dead. They're also taken from a central location, imagine a home invasion or a bus being taken over by a rebel group with heavy artillery. We can rule that out. I've been doing some digging and by that, I mean being nosy and asking questions. What I've gathered is that these people all have "abilities" or memories of an alternate self.

I'm not drunk enough for this e-mail either.

For me, it started in May. I had a week where it was... hazy at best. I don't remember much but I remember the agonizing headache that came around that Sunday. I remember talking to someone about something called "the shift" where an alternate self tries to break through about once a month and this alternate self tries to take control. At first, I thought I'd finally lost it after years of insomnia. But here's where it gets weirder, I had a note that I hid from myself until now from "alternate self" who had a name that yielded some... questionable google results. Then I had the uncanny ability to heal.

Anyone who has watched a superhero movie or picked up a comic book knows that abilities are usually gained by some sort of "accident". Or, if you're an X-Men, it's a mutation. Or if you're Superman, it's because you're an alien. Anyway. There was no weird accident or happening. One day, I was cutting vegetables and I nearly took off my finger tip with a chopping knife. I felt the pain. But it was like the wound never happened and so, I did what any idiot with a knife did - I ran it against my palm and literally watched a wound heal itself in front of me. I think it's linked to when you told me last week that you didn't understand why my capacity was somehow better after we tore through a bunch of vodka and Chinese food.

There's no right way for me to ask you if you've somehow gained abilities or memories. Or if you recall anything about your alternate self - fair warning, mine is an absolute asshole. I want to tell you more but I don't have enough puzzle pieces to put everything together. All I have is a shitty name that sounds like a reject metal band. But you were among all of the people that went missing and eventually, there will be a right time for me to try to explain all of this. I really wish I could talk to my best friend without running the risk of sounding like I've gone off the deep end. Part of me is hoping that I am because that's the more logical reason for all of this because there's no such thing as collective psychosis - okay, there is mass hysteria but. I heal. People have other abilities too, I'm assuming. I've seen a few in action. There's a good chance that we all went missing for a reason.

Maybe there will be a right time to send this e-mail. Now's not the right time. I'm trying to figure all of this out but I don't even know what the questions I'm trying to answer are. I wish you could somehow help me.

-Roy