I hope this note reaches you soon, Georg, but not before I have escaped this awful place. I am sorry I could not bring you with me, but after seeing more my opportunity and the butcher asleep, I was weak and did not wake you for fear that you would rouse the others and we’d all be back where we started: repeatedly memorizing their secret words and then bearing their tortures as they seek to pull the words back from us again. I have only three fingers left on my right hand, Georg. And this note is difficult enough to write as it is in the dark, so you see why I had to leave when I did, don’t you? Don’t you?