[There's a long sigh on the other end of the line, like one about to dive from a cliff to a pool of cool water below.
The voice is much too mellow to be Rider's, and yet...]
[Phone] 768 Bunker Street\\Early Morning
I am quite thankful for all of my new found friends here. That's why I feel they should know who it is they are associating with.
In my true time period, I was a monster. I killed men without discretion. It got so bad that I even killed my own siblings.
I miss them terribly and find it still aches a good bit to talk about them.
My name then was Medusa. Any good mythology book will bring you well up to speed on my death, so I needn't go into detail.
But, my life was quite the sad state. I suppose that's why I'm so accepting of a new life in Mayfield.
Speaking of that...
While I'm laying things out on the table, I think I could possibly be falling for my housemate.
I tried not to. I should be trying to leave. But I find myself enjoying playing this game of house with him.
I stay up a bit later than he does because I like watching him sleep.
And I lounge around in his shirts because I like the smell of his aftershave...
Please...don't listen to me. I...I might need to lie down...