A Letter Across Ages

I just... I can't accept it. Not until I see his grave, or meet someone who witnessed his end. Freud is alive... At least to me.

If he's out there somewhere, I'm sure he's by the ocean. He so loved watching the tide roll in and out... Maybe I'll write him a letter... A message in a bottle.

I'll need a Glass Bottle to put my letter in. There are plenty of them on the beach at Gold Beach, since people are too lazy to throw their junk away properly.

...I must be crazy. A letter in a glass bottle? It doesn't make any sense.