On a note totally unrelated to the archives, I got a note back from Mysterious Note Buddy. For those of you who don't know, I decided to leave a note to him (her?) in my own mailbox. I figured if (s)he's getting in and out of the mail room (which wouldn't be that hard, you just have to know how to pick a lock or steal an ID card), then (s)he might find it if (s)he decided to leave another note. And (s)he did.
Here's what I wrote:
To Whoever You Are:
I'm going to assume that our mutual, well-dressed friend is after you too. If that's the case, I want to help. I really do. But I can't help you unless you give me a name, some way to contact you, your location, something. Okay? If you tell me who and where you are, I can help.
And this is the response I got back.
i don't know my name. i don't remember it. i think i had a name once, but it's gone now.
i've been hiding. i keep changing where i hide.
are you a dream, alora?
if i came to you, would you let me in?
At first, I didn't know what that second-to-last line meant, but when I looked up my name on some baby name site, it turns out it means "my dream". How Note Buddy knew this is beyond me.
I keep wondering if Note Buddy is a recovering proxy of some sort (other blogs have implied it's possible to be un-Hallowed in ways other than the cure). That would explain the loss of identity. But (s)he's using pronouns and contractions just fine, so yeah. I got nothing.
Still, I left a reply saying that I would let him/her in. And before you yell at me for being stupid, remember, I have pepper spray, a very loud scream, and the campus PD on speed-dial. This person doesn't look on the DL, I call the cops. Simple. I never said I would let him/her in right away, after all.
The days are getting longer. This makes me happy.