'Alexander',
If this seems a presumptous step forward in our friendship, than you have my deepest apologies, but there is no one else I can turn to that I fully trust and do not wish to grieve. As you are no doubt aware my updates on the state of the dig ceased mid-November, when I noted we were ready to proceed into the main chamber of the zigguraut. I must stress that I remember nothing of the seven months since than, nor can I detail the fate of the expedition crew save myself; and I'm still unsure why I woke up in a hotel in Istanbul.
I'm frightened Alexander, frightened to my very core. Something awful occurred on the fifteenth of November, and I fear it may repeat itself. Please, I beg of you to speak of this to no one else (although I suppose the secrecy of the expedition renders that point moot in the end), just know that I am sorry.
So very sorry.
'Napoleon'
