He's fine, Farrow, kids projectile vomit all the time. Relax, it's not like he can catch whatever you had.
You do know that's not how germs work, right? I'm not sure if you're joking anymore.
Are you back from the estate already? Is something wrong?
None of my emails are going through. I can't get through to you on the phone. There's something going on, something really bad and really weird and I'm SCARED, Quinn. Please PLEASE tell me you get this!! I'm really sick and I think I might be dying.
I think I might be dying. I don't even care if you believe me. I saw a double of myself. This is a thing that happened to Hazel Lawley, too, right before she died. She saw herself as she was at the moment of her death. I think it has something to do with the Madigan estate. It's cursed or something, look, i KNOW how this sounds, but it's true i swear. You've known me a long time, you know I'm not crazy!!
I can't do this anymore. I'm so sorry. I'm out. I have to get out of this fucking town. None of my emails will go through. I'm throwing up. I'm scared I have spread it to your kid somehow. I know that's not how germs work but idk if this is germs.
I'm so scared quinn please get back to me please don't reply with some bullshit response to something i clearly didn't write, there's something messing with us and if I can't get through to you I'm going to have to
Aw, you're worried about me!
B) Yes, you should feel very sorry for me.
It's all good, I know how to take care of myself. Large mushroom pizza and Ingles wine, check.
I should mind, but I really don’t. Kind of loving it, actually. Haven’t had an adventure like this since my urban explorer phase back in college.
So far, a disappointing lack of ghosts.
Here’s hoping I come out the other side soon.
Ok nerd. Look, you'd tell me if you really weren't ok, right? I know how hard you work yourself and shit can get dangerous out there if you aren't careful. I know we don't like to talk about it but people can be really fucking racist in the Appalachias so make sure you're staying safe.
Sorry if I've been kind of abrasive, I'm just a little stressed out because Mark is riding my ASS for these reports and this project isn't as fun as I wanted it to be with him breathing down my neck all the time. When this is over we'll have some quality time, just you, me, Briony, and the little monster, OK?
Hey Ben. Got your email last night, sorry that I'm only just now getting around to answering it. Simon woke up with a fever and it's been all hands on deck making sure he doesn't puke anywhere important.
Listen, I know it has to be stressful, being out there by yourself, digging through the bones of a tragedy with basically just me and Mark (so just me) for backup. And I'm really, really sorry you got sick. That's not your fault. I'm glad you're feeling better, though.
I did some research on the Lawleys, and I've attached some stuff to this email (hopefully the attachments go through? I know internet is bad up there), but we really, really can't waste any more time on them. There isn't any record of Lawley Orchards, and barely any mention of them in any White Oak records. Listen, we aren't putting up a museum exhibit for Hazel Lawley. We're trying to find stuff on the Madigans, and so far you haven't really found anything that compelling.
They lived in that house for, like, 40 years - there's got to be journals, letters, something written by the Madigans themselves. What else did people have to do back then except write stuff down? (I know, I know, but you have to admit the invention of TV has made us worse at writing.) You said you've at least done a walkthrough of a lot of the rooms, and you haven't found anything?
If it helps, I think the master bedroom (Crowley Madigan) is on the third floor. Make that your next stop?