I know this will sound crazy, but I need to describe my day to another soul. Please don't judge me. Today I found another page of what I think is the same spellbook. How curious. It's very battered, but I can make out a note about the belltower. I wonder if they mean that small cafe on Paris Street next to the church...the one called The Belltower.
That seemed like nonsense, I still believe it is, but I stopped in their for lunch today, to read and to think and I have to tell you what happened. The restaurant itself was fine, nothing was wrong there. But something inside me was all out of sorts. I looked down at my plate of eggs and there in the puddle of yolk there was a symbol, it looked like every shape but none. And I was astonished by the colors. I mean, yes, they looked yellow, but all the other colors were there.
And I tried to take a drink of my coffee and marveled at the blues and the yellows and the pinks and everything but the brown, and I saw the strange shape appear.
I fainted again, after that. I found out a teenager named Robby washing the dishes had watched the whole thing and brought me to the hospital.
-Taken from a letter written by Lillian Bones to her cousin