TEN: Hello again, Nine.

TEN: I have contacted the last place I’ve seen you, and they’ve confirmed that you do no longer live with them. They also don’t have any idea where you were transferred to. So… that’s that.

TEN: I’m going to continue writing these letters though. It helps, somehow.

TEN: Oh, I’ve moved to my new home recently! Still feels weird to say.

TEN: It is very, very big. I expected there to be like twenty people there, but no, Nancy said it’s just going to be her and me and Juice in here.

TEN: Oh yeah, Juice.

TEN: I still don’t know his real name. He insists that everybody is calling him Juice, and refuses to explain why. I’m sure he’s just trolling me, but until I get a look at his documents or something, I’ll have to keep calling him Juice.

TEN: He’s…

TEN: You would have probably found him scary at first. He’s huge, he’s all over the place, and when he talks it’s like turning on a TV that transmits fifty different channels at once.

TEN: He can certainly be… an experience.

TEN: But he’s also very smart and considerate. He showed me how to play Mortal Kombat yesterday. I’ve never played Mortal Kombat before.

TEN: Actually, when was the last time I played anything? I don’t remember.

TEN: I recall that I’ve played checkers with you once. That was fun.

TEN: Oh, and in case you were wondering, I was not playing to lose on that day. You were just that good.

TEN: I would still like a rematch, though.

TEN: Juice also said he’d help me decorate my room if I want to. His own room is a mess. I have no idea why he needs so many different items on hand, nor how he managed to place them in the room without them falling over every second. But it really is impressive, once you start to get the hang of it.

TEN: You can probably survive a zombie apocalypse with just Juice’s room. He has it all. You need a pencil? Juice got your back. You hungry? There’s a whole breakfast buffet with twenty different kinds of Lunchables. You need a New Zealand dollar coin for your coin collection, a sick skateboard, a real bird skeleton? Juice has you covered. And somehow, he knows exactly where everything is.

TEN: My room is very dull in comparison. There’s a bed, a bedside table, a desk, a wardrobe…. nothing else, actually. I don’t even know what I want to put in there. It’s not like I’ve owned that many things before.

TEN: So it feels a bit empty for now. The whole house does, really. It’s nice but… it’s too big for just the three of us.

TEN: Maybe if you come home, you will be just enough to fill in this emptiness.