Martin's Bangkok Letter to Samson Trammel

Trammel --

Alive. Found Jeremiah. As predicted, he's a brain in a jar (canister, actually). Not telling you where we're going next because you've got a conduit to the Big N now (though I figure he could come spy on us directly if he really wanted to).

Did a lot of research in SS's library; turns out there's a lot more aliens than I thought there were. She doesn't figure the Fisher is Big N; figures it might be Shub Niggurath, Eihort or Tsathoggua or maybe Y'golonac (though she couldn't find Y'golonac's body, which she thinks disproves that theory) -- lists a few others too, Chaugner Faughn, Yog-Sothoth or Daolath. Planning on looking up some more about these guys, which probably means I'm gonna go a little crazy -- wish me luck on that, or not, as you so choose.

Am thinking about the Big N's offer -- I damn well would like my boyfriend to be in a body. But be serious a moment, Samson -- isn't that guy called the Liar? Like, that's his epithet? I AM NOT REASSURED, SAMSON. This guy may be a god by your terms but he's also a grade-A asshole and I don't want my boyfriend ending up in a body that's sporting mouths or looks like a lizard, etc, etc.

You're right. You owe me nothing. But I'm not sure I want to get to owing a god just yet.

-Martin