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Address Unknown Part 6

The mind-bending finale in our Return to Sender-Marathon. The last episode
of Address Unknown... ever.



John: The poet Pool, in his poem “Somebody's been wearing my face again”
wrote “In this hall of mirrors/Built by liars, I am a pale reflection of
myself.”

I had escaped from the Pink Bird Mental Institute. I was lost in Noir York
City. I couldn't find my way back home. John Mirra had made me a killer.

[Phone rings]

John: I had become him, John Mirra, maybe I had always been him.

[He picks up the phone]

John Mirra: John Mirra?

John: Yes. This is he.

John Mirra: This is John Mirra. Welcome to the next level.

John: [Gasping, frightened] Ahh..! ahh ah!!



The mind-bending finale in our Return to Sender-Marathon. The last episode of Address Unknown... ever.





John: The poet Pool, in his poem “Somebody's been wearing my face again”
wrote “In this hall of mirrors/Built by liars, I am a pale reflection of
myself.”

I had escaped from the Pink Bird Mental Institute. I was lost in Noir York City. I
couldn't find my way back home. John Mirra had made me a killer.

[Phone rings]

John: I had become him, John Mirra, maybe I had always been him.

[He picks up the phone]

John Mirra: John Mirra?

John: Yes. This is he.

John Mirra: This is John Mirra. Welcome to the next level.

John: [Gasping, frightened]
Ahh..! ahh ah!!

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