"Saved most of them -- the first one I tossed because I thought it was just a stupid joke," Lucy says, looking slightly embarrassed. "Hang on, I've got them in my desk. Along with the envelopes, though I dunno if they'll be any good. . . ." She gets up and heads into the office, coming back with a stack of slightly-wrinkled papers. She spreads them out on the coffee table in front of them. They are your standard creepy ransom-note type letters, spelling out different messages: "Off the stage, freak," "You've done horrid things," "Sinner sinner sinner," "I know you're not human." "First one was just the one word 'Liar,'" she adds, grimacing as she looks through the notes. "Crazy asshole."