Rosie to Jack: Please, Please, Please, Please, Please

Someone, please,

Everything you ever wished or feared was real is real. Welcome home.

This is the point in your life where you learn there are such things as monsters and you will be made to fight them. Where the love you always fantasized walks through the door, where you see things you cannot explain with the sciences you know. Where you learn you come from a different dimension and time stops making any sense at all. It’s not a joke, it’s not a trip, it’s not a game, it’s not a gimmick, it’s not nostalgia or hope. I want you to listen when I tell you that being here means everything could come undone for you. It doesn’t have to hurt but it probably will.

I’m in love with you. Clyde is too. We want to know everything about you. What you dream, what you believe in, what you think but never say. I want to reinvent love, art, conversation, and give in to utter possibility with you. If you could do anything you wanted to do, what would it be? I want to do that with you. Maybe you don’t know what I mean. You can ask.

Soon you’ll make the decision whether to stay or go. That’s a decision the rest of us used to make every day, but you get to this other point in the story where it stops mattering if you walk out the door at all because wherever you go, the house just comes with you. I know that sounds scary. It doesn’t have to be, but it probably is. Either way, you found this house in the middle of Nowhere, and to your surprise or maybe vindication, it’s just like the Eagles said. You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.

Ring, ring,

Rosie, Room Seven