[ WP ] You receive a letter dated Jan 1st , 2047 ... It 's from you .

Dear me, 
 
 Hi! Hello. How are you? 
 
 Do n't answer that. Of course I know. 
 
 Look, you have some time to let this soak in, so I suggest sitting down. The black recliner you're near should do. Comfy? Great! 
 
 Okay, so hear me out. This is going to be a rough year for you. Very rough. *World ending* rough. Sounds silly. Preposterous! Well, good, because it is n't. 
 
 Take your wife. Take your dog. Travel as far north as you can without hitting glacier, and you may, *just may* spare yourselves a few decades of raw and agonizing horror. It must be done in secret. No one should know of your immediate travels, not even where. *Especially your pastor. * For God's sake, keep him in the dark as long as possible. He may find out, he may not. My money is that he will pick up your trail soon enough, but you'll have placed plenty of distance between him and yourselves before this all goes down. 
 
 Look, I know this sounds cryptic, and - oh, do n't worry about that glass... *WOOPS! * Yep, that one. A bit clumsy of us, eh? Anyway, get yourself to higher and colder ground. Get to it fast. It took a lot of power and effort to get this letter to you, so do n't simply disregard it. It'll take you a few days to think it over, like I did. But Jesus Christ, man, those few days will have saved you *years* of trouble. So if this letter can change anything about the past, let it be that. GO. NOW. Rachel will not understand, but she will, in the end, trust you. 
 
 The dog will live a while longer. Just, uh, keep him on a short leash. 
 
 Good luck! 
 
 You, 01-01-47 
 
 PS - The passphrase is `` Trouble by Twilight.'' Did n't think you'd hear that from anyone else, did ya? Well, you're not. Because it's you. Hello! Goodbye. 
 

