Dear Cast, Crew, Groupies and Assorted Hangers-On (Al, that would be you)

As most of you are aware, we are coming to the End of the Story.

That means it’s time to be wrapping things up.

That means no one – and I mean no one (Leo, listen up, I’m talking to you) – comes up with anything new. That means: No new plot twists. No sudden and inexplicable appearances of long lost lovers, cousins, uncles, siblings and/or other relatives. No miraculous escapes, if you are scheduled to die. No tragic and unexpected deaths, if you are scheduled to live. And most definitely, no sudden revelations that change everything already written.

Basically, anything that would make the story go on and on ad infinitum is OFF LIMITS.

Everybody gat that? Good.

No, there will not be a sequel. Please stop asking. Maribel, especially (and you can stop dropping hints about surviving, honey, you don’t).

Incredibly bloody sick of every last one of you,
-Writer Lady