Supplement to train announcement #8

Concerned passengers, I had a quick peek at the note before the cop waved me through the police tape with a languid hand. It wasn’t much of a note, not the usual farewell, not a jumble of scribbled despair, and not typed out instructions indicative of any will or intention, or of any testament of an unordered mind. It was a rather cryptic strip of plastic tape printed on an old label-maker stuck to the palm of her hand. It read,