So, Ferris wheel.

Cute touch.

I need information from you, 

my silent observer.

Actually, I do not get to summon you like I am Ali Baba, 

squeeze you for information then shove you back in some lamp.

She's in trouble! She might already be dead.

The whole reason 

we're in this goddamn mess is 

because we're not working together, 

because she refuse to talk to me.

I wish that were true.

The sick part is I actually missed you 

so much, my silent observer.

The only reason 

we haven't been talking is because 

I haven't let myself.

'Cause I've been scared of you.

The part of me that is you.

You didn't know about that, did you?

If you did, would you have done it? Would you have done it? 

I would have, I would have found another way.

Because as much as there is a part of you in me there is a part of me in you.

Your note on the mind, what did you mean by it? 

What do you know? I need to find my mind.

Tell me what you know.

My mind has a mole.