We just got a message at the front desk of the hospital.
your indiscretion in Huish has been dealt with. You'll never hear about it again. Consider your freedom a happy side-effect of an ongoing effort on our part, and do not expect it again.
On behalf of Director Fisk."
Shannon's screwed up the letter in her hand, her teeth gritted. Natalie has gone white. She's sitting on a bench, clutching her head in her hands. "Someone knows. How does this happen? How...who do they know? Oh god..."
Roland's concern is that this is the kind of favour that will eventually warrant repayment, that whoever these "Salliss" and "Fisk" characters represent has leverage over us.
Lianne, on the other hand, couldn't be happier. She's just been repeating how this means us bringing her to hospital was the right decision, and that we won't have to be running from the police.
Stephen...well, he's honestly barely here these days. Now that I think about it, he may not have even spoken since Lianne started getting weak. He just walks along with us, looking sullen. Not even this can inspire a reaction from him.
Fisk. The name rings a bell. I've got to wonder exactly how strings-attached this service comes. We'll have to be more careful from now on. We've attracted the attention of something we don't know about, something bigger and more powerful than us, and that scares me.
And to think we thought that the Slender Man was the only thing we had to fear.