Well, if you’re listening to this Audrey, then I’m dead. If you’re wondering how I got Barnaby’s number, well, let’s just call it magic. After all, I know you how much you hate comic books, and mysteries even more so. Knowing how annoyed you must be is a small consolation. As for the inheritance, I am nothing if not a man of my word. My number is 14, and Barnaby’s is 82. As far as I know, you already have Antoinette’s and Margaret’s. I won’t ask how you got them. I know Antoinette was always going to be the first to die, and Margaret perished the day she tried to put her brain into that machine. For all her intelligence it boggles the mind how stupid she could be.

Either way, congratulations, you’ve won. Perhaps it would have been easier if we just shared the wealth like father intended, instead of trying to outlive each other through various means. In the end, we outlived society itself. I take solace knowing you’ll be stuck forever in this awful, decrepit place.