I have a slight problem. See, I always tend to stare at people, which makes them uneasy… but I can’t help myself. I don’t quite understand how it’s rude, but now as we sit silently in the motel room I stare once again.

The TV is playing in the background, I’m sat on Deans bed as the two boys are getting food and you’re reading a book… but I just stare at you in curiosity. You’re one of the more beautiful women I’ve met, and as an angel l don’t come down here a lot unless it’s with you three.