My dearest Sixsmith, I shot myself through the roof of my mouth this morning - with Vyvyan Ayrs luger. A true suicide, is a paced disciplined certainty. People pontificate, suicide is a cowards act. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Suicide takes tremendous courage.
Charlie is a lost astronaut. She’s been wandering in her spaceship for days, radars silent. Just when she starts giving up all hopes of finding her way back to a spaceport, she wakes up to a smiling face and a soft voice.
"While my extensive experience as en editor has lead me to a disdain for flashbacks and flash-forwards and all such tricky gimmicks - I believe that if you dear reader can extend your patience for just a moment you will find there is a method to this tale of madness."