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There must have been a catch. I'm here. England again? Italy? I will have to ask. My spoon...I still have it. And my clothes. And this...'apocrypha.' Is this another Death Note? I see no rules. I will be careful what I write.

I just don't understand. The Death Note must have something to do with what happened. None of this adds up.

Raito...where did you go? Will I...ever see you again? I feel so hollow.

I cannot think of a time when I have been able to truly sleep. True rest. I have seen death, I have talked to it, but now, there is nothing. No candy, no couches, no people, no light fixtures, no carpets, no people, no door hinges. They said death is a midnight runner, a white room, but I see nothing. I feel nothing but a blissful numbness. If I call, will anyone hear me? Will my voice reach that far? Hello? Hello?