Demons walk among us, demons in the air
Devil’s children, posing playmates
Lurking, hiding everywhere
Tell me it wasn’t you, tell me I can breathe
Easier now, you wouldn’t do this to me
Would you, dear? Would you turn?
Would you betray without concern?
Will we ever come to learn?
Just one chance, explain to me
Your place within this family tree
Our trust in you, in jeopardy
From: saharagobi@crossfire.com
To: “Brianna Roman”
Subject: Phys Ed
this week’s been the pits. situation here’s getting desperate, not like u give a rat’s ass. since u never leave ur computer, i’m gonna assume uv bailed on me, so there’s no point in calling to see where the hell uv been. Unless ur connection’s been down for a month, in which case, sorry. i thought we were friends. guess i was wrong. i guess u don’t need anybody, now that u finally got ur implants. by the way, don’t trust anyone with ur little secret, or u’ll be out of st. alf in a heartbeat. in fact, don’t trust anyone, period.
—des