Everything about writing the messages down felt wrong to Bay after so much time enforcing the importance of real communication instead of shortcuts, but she couldn't think of another way to do it. Sighing, she wrote down more, handwriting small and blocky. This place is magic and sometimes it plays tricks. We've been here for almost a year. And you knew me back home. You taught me sign language.

Hoping that it might jog some memories, Bay began signing the alphabet. "A, b, c..."