Arkham Asylum, Arkham, Mass.
College Hill,
Providence, R.I.
Dear Lawrence,
I hope you and your family are keeping well.
I remember you spoke to me the last time we met about some weird events you’d got mixed up in. You didn’t go into details but I could tell it had affected you deeply.
I don’t think this is in the same ballpark but I’ve found a strange tunnel under my house and to be honest, I wasn’t sure who else to call upon. If you’re able, please come and see me. I’m living in Providence, in a house I inherited from my late Aunt Florence.
If you’re able, please telegram and advise me when you’ll arrive. Feel free to bring any of those friends of yours you were telling me about - they’d be more than welcome!
Best wishes.
Your friend,
Joshua Winscott
Jerry finished reading the letter and looked across at his brother, who lay staring at the ceiling, unblinking, as he had every time that Jerry had visited over the past few weeks. He’d hoped that something in the letter might have elicited a response from Lawrence, but it wasn’t to be.
He heard the door open and looked up to see Lawrence’s friend, William, come into the room. A lawyer, no less! His brother was friends with a lawyer. Not that it was doing anything for him at the moment, however…