So I waited outside Holborn Tube Station. And then 'N' turned up. Well, he says that's his nickname - it turned out to be Jonathan my godfather. He seemed nice to begin with. And a cute dog. He told me my name is Laura. But then Helen- no big surprise - also turned up. And she told me not to trust him. She said my name is Dominique. But why should I trust her? She didn't have any answers for all the questions I had for her. In the end I didn't know who to trust, didn't feel safe with either of them.
I had a sound engineer from the BBC with me (like Em suggested). Listen here to exactly what happened.
I managed to get away from both of them. Maybe it was a mistake. But neither of them could prove anything. Everything Jonathan talked about he could have memorised from this blog - like Katy and Nicolas and Paris. Everything Helen said could have come from the blog too....
At least one of them is lying.
I spent that night in a cafe at Liverpool Street Station. It got pretty cold. And miserable. Every time I seem to take a step forward, I am pushed back.
And then I thought I would go back and check the mail box. I'm not sure why - it's like the only place I have left. And inside I found another letter from Jonathan (or N or whoever he is). It said "Contact me when you feel ready" He gave me his email address. And also in the envelope was £300.
Whether he's my friend or not, I needed that money. I checked into a hotel, had a hot bath and went to sleep in a bed for the first time in three days. I slept on and off till today.
I thought I should post this, let you know what was happening.
Now I'm going to look through and see what else people have added, what new clues I have to follow...
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