What do you do when you know something so terrible that knowledge of you knowing it means death?
What I did was write it on cardboard. To hide under a seat on the 46A bus to Kinnegad, for someone to find.

It read:

  • Extraterrestrial spies live amongst us and are preparing our world for invasion. Pass it on.

I took care nobody watched me reach under the seat. A piece of cardboard was already there.
It was hours before I could safely read it.

  • Watch out for the spacemen, it read.

A much better note.
I’m jealous of the author.