My friend lent me a series of books, 30 Days of Night, and I found this note card in the third one. The weird thing is, it’s not my friends handwriting, nor is it the handwriting of my boyfriend who borrowed the books before me. Finally, I found another piece of paper in the book, containing an email address in the same handwriting. I recognize the person to whom the address belongs, but neither I nor my friends ever really talk to this person. Weird.