I've recently been incarcerated in a foreboding, Gothic castle by my arch enemy, The Baron, so I'll be out of the office until I can make good my escape.
On first impressions, it might seem as if this is the end for me, but there are a couple of things that The Baron has overlooked which should help tip the odds in my favour:
1. The cell I'm currently being held in is very old and the bricks on the exterior wall have begun to crumble away.
2. I have secreted a plan of the castle sewers about my person, detailing a route down to a secret cove, where a small boat waits to spirit me away to freedom.
3. I have suffered a nervous breakdown and this clichéd scenario has been conjured from my troubled imagination.
If you need anything in the meantime, you must discretely contact Lindsay or Lou through the usual clandestine channels.
Trust no one.
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