[Happy Candlenights! Alex receives: A raven plush in a red baseball jersey and matching hat. A light-blocking eye mask that says FUCK OFF on the front (put it in the fantasy freezer to reduce eyestrain after staring at the fantasy computer for too long). A clumsily but lovingly hand-painted T-shirt. An absolute heap of cookies, none made by him, all very good. But most of this gift isn't for Alex at all. There's a large-ish box, about milk crate sized, with the words For Clear painted on the lid. It's all in the metallic colors of the statue she made, the one that was Alex. Inside there are a few things — a lockpick set, a nice knife of appropriate size to hide in one's boot, a little wooden ornament carved to look like a smug little Alex — but it's mostly empty. A note within just says: Fill it up for her.]
25th.