TO: Charles Alden
FROM: Jake Janssen
SUBJ: Hello there.

Alden, Alden, Alden.

You don't call, you never write. Oh, I guess you did write a while ago. Things have just kept me so busy here and remembering to write you back just never really stuck in my head. Oh well.

New York is a billion types better than California, and if you think you are going to get to see me without dragging your ass out here and getting down on your knees after the shit you pulled, you've got another thing coming.

I always did like a man on his knees.

Jake

I could have killed her if she'd been here.

( 'Are you jealous, Jake?' )

Good to have him. With me, around me, in me. He's not the best I've ever had, but he's -- fuck. I don't know. Alden.

I almost feel bad looking. Maybe one of the only people I'd actually almost feel bad about. We get each other. Cut from the same cloth or whatever they call it. We get it. Even the bad. Especially the bad.

But seriously: holy fuck. Mutation swapping. Would never even think that was possible. And Jean-Paul with telepathy--. Fuck. Almost sorry I missed that. (Not the swapping part. But the chaos part.)

( 'I'm afraid I have not been very good lately.' )
Visitors! Forward-dated to Sunday.

Early in the morning, Jake sends a quiet resignation e-mail to Carpenter and leaves. Apartment emptied. Ta-ta.

IT'S BEEN FUN.

( 'Clearly, he regretting asking, and you were just handy. It's not your fault.' )
Yes. That is exactly what happened. (Backdated to last night.)