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Sent: Sunday, May 06, 2001 5:34 PM
Subject: (PTL Game) Jonathan + Megan
> << NM:
> > Jonathan looked at Philip with a half helpless expression although he
put
> > his arm about the young woman and led her back toward the sitting room.
> > Perhaps a brandy would do the trick "He's not here ma'am. Do you know
> him
> > personally?"
> >
> > Perhaps he could call the man on the cellphone if she did but he wasn't
> > going to interrupt business per usual if he could help it. >>
> >
>
> Megan :
> I felt very strange, as if I had no control over my body and that
> someone or something was inside me. '' Nick? Nick Boyle.......uh no, god
> what's happening to me? '' I cried as I held my head in my hands as tears
> rolled down my cheeks. '' There's another reason why I came to the Luna
> Foundation Jonathan. Its because I need help, I think there is someone or
> something else inside my body. I can't think straight, I just wanna kill
> myself and sometimes I can't remember doing things I've done. For example
> this '' I muttered as I handed him a newspaper article.
> '' I was supposedly seen at that house, killing an old man, choking
> him to death! '' I whispered as more tears filled my eyes. I looked at
> Jonathan hoping he'd be able to find someone in this house who could help
me.
> I realized I was now a Legacy case in their daily life. '' Also I can't
> remember who invited me here, someone claiming to be Derek but it didn't
feel
> like him!. Can you please find me someone in this Legacy who can help me?
> that is what they do, isn't it?. ''
>
