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John: Hello? Hello?
Noah: Uh, hello, uh, is this John Fletcher?
John: Yeah, this is him.
Noah: Hey, uh, my name's Noah. I understand that you were once living with the Asher family? Uh, is this correct?
Noah: Okay, uh, I'm trying to contact Mary Ashe. Do you have her phone number?
John: Well, her number is 256-*audio cuts out* But she doesn't live at her old house anymore.
Noah: Okay, uh, what about her cell?
John: Yeah, hold on a sec, hold on, hold on.
John: Yea, that's uh, 845-*Audio cuts out* She hasn't answered her cell in months, so you won't get anyone. Who is this again?
Noah: Oh, okay. Uh, um, I'm sorry. Uh, I've been trying to contact you for a while now. Um, I'm Noah Maxwell. Milo was my cousin. Also my par-
John: Oh! Okay, oh you're Noah. Yeah. *chuckles*
Noah: Huh, wha?
John: Yeah, I saw you at the funeral. Milo always talked about you, rest his soul. Yeah, you were one of his old friends. When'd you guys stop talking?
Noah: Well I uh, we just sorta drifted apart and I really should have kept in contact with him. I feel terrible about all of it and I- sorry about all the messages I've been leaving on your message machine and-
John: Ah, that's fine. I've just been on leave for the holidays. I just haven't been able to get to my phone till now.
Noah: *Stumbling on words* If it's alright can I ask you a few questions, if that's okay with you?
John: Yeah sure.
Noah: I've been very curious about Milo's passing, and uh, were there and suspicious circumstances surrounding his death at all? That you know of?
John: I'm not all too sure. I don't know if you know, but I left Mary after he visited you in 2008. To tell you the truth, I don't know much about how he died beside that he OD'd on his pills.
Noah: Well do you know anything about it? At all?
John: Yeah, I kept in contact after Mary before I lost touch of her. She told me that Milo was not his normal himself like those last couple of weeks. You might already know he was an anti-social fellow. And she said he became more reclusive than usual. You know? And he didn't even want to get to school, he locked himself in his room for hours. He didn't want to eat. Refused food. I thought he was steadily losing it. They didn't take him to the doctor. He made such a fuss. He never wanted to go outside, nothing like that. Milo really became detached from his mom too, and honestly I wouldn't blame him.
Noah: Wait, what do you mean? What do you mean you wouldn't blame him?
John: Why do you think I left her? Milo wasn't the only one going crazy. I was with her for 5 years. Every so often she'd have these like odd spells where she'd just be paranoid about everything. I thought it was just a lie or a tick of something of hers, but it got more frequent over the years. That's where I thought Milo got his mental issues from. From her. Some hereditary bullshit. You know what I'm talking about. It couldn't of been from Robert. I knew him for years before Mary and I had met up. Yeah, we were pretty good friends. Now he was a sane man.
Noah: Alright, I didn't know much about her. I barely even saw her, maybe once or twice. But uh, what do you mean she was paranoid?
John: She never told me until I was really with her. She heard voices, locked herself in rooms of the house. You know, she saw people who weren't there. Yeah, she told me about some man named 'Mr. Slim' that was after her. Yeah, he was always there, she always told me. Some wacko bullshit. She came at me with a fucking knife one night, said I was working for him or some shit. But I managed to calm her down before she did anything stupid. God damn, I feared for my life. I had to leave.
Noah: Hold on, hold on. What did she say about this man?
John: Eh, she didn't say much. I never bothered to ask her about her delusions. *Chuckles* I always remember her mentioning about seeing the guy by her bed at night. It was all in her head. Totally psycho.
Noah: Wait, so you're telling me you don't know anything about her current whereabouts? Where she is, where she lives?
John: No, the last time I saw her was probably when you did, at the funeral. About a month after that she stopped picking up her phone. I drove over to her house, about two weeks ago, just to check in on her. I'll tell ya, the property was overrun with weeds, house was totally abandoned, car was gone. No idea. Don't know where she went. I actually thought you would know more.
Noah: Okay. I've been trying to contact her, for a while now. A few months. Does she have an e-mail, or is there any sort of way I could get in touch with her? It's very important that I do. John: Hey, I've been trying too man. Haven't found a trace of her yet. It's like she just got up and left town. *Creaking noise* Hey, I got a job interview in about 20 minutes so could we wrap this up?
Noah: Ah shit, alright. Uh, if you happen to find her, or get any contact info on her; please, please let me know, alright?
John: Yeah, alright. Alright, alright. I'll give you a call if anything comes up. I have your number on my phone now so I'll just call you.
Noah: Okay, thanks so much Mr. Fletcher. This is, this really means a lot to me. I really appreciate your time.
John: Yeah, no problem man.
Noah: Okay, I'll talk you you later alright?
John: Yeah, bye.
Noah: Alright bye, and thanks again.
*Proceed with Noah cursing*