I don't ask you to- no one here needs babysitting, I assure you. [Except, ugh, admitting to things is hard.] My sleep is often troubled, and it's been slightly ['Slight', yeah, right...] worse lately... but I'm sure it'll run its course.

It's not an easy matter to discuss, forgive me. Someone came to me with a warning. It was... a warning about awful things yet to happen. They even came bearing proof, or I wouldn't entirely be able to believe it. I'm still not certain what to think. But if it's true... I don't have much time left to fix what may happen.