Jeckle and I are in the basement/garage of the house we grew up in (the brown house on Brown Street). It is dark and cluttered; unfamiliar. It feels more like a tomb or crypt. We're looking through stuff, moving things around. We're searching for something; a clue?
I look over towards the middle of the garage part and a refrigerator materializes. As I walk up to it, writing appears, like when something's been written in lemon juice and then a match is held under the paper. The writing looks rusty around the edges. As I get nearer, I am able to make out the words, "I will miss you." The rest seems to be in code. I call Jeckle over. We know it is from Hyde. It's what we were looking for.
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