[Maybe it should be, but Stan doesn't seem to be reacting to it at all. He yells out as he reaches for a bat, but the words are d̡͙͓̹̤̹̪̿̒̐ͨ̌́̚͠ȑ͖̤͈͇̐ǫ̠̺̮̫̈̽̚wͪ͆̿ͦͭ̏̚͏̤͔͙n͇̜̾ę̴̶͇̣͙̣̺̓͋ͪd̸͕̝̫̯̮ͨ̎͊̓́ͅ ̸͔̻̰̫̩͙̞ͮ̈́o̴̠͖̼̦͔̲̟̿̇̊́ͦ̿͞͞ṵ̱͔͔̖͚̱̌͑͋͑̏̕ͅt̰̟̘̰̹̖̻̯͗̓ by the sound of fire. Nothing especially terrible happens though - a postcard slides under the door, and Stan peeks out the door's peephole just to make sure it's not anyone out to kill, maim, or rob him.
The fire is concerning but also sort of pretty, a bright ë͚̟́͟͜l̸̛̼͈̘̲ͬ̄ͪͣ̏̀eͪͭ̃ͤ͂͒҉̗̦̙c̴ͤͨ̀ͨͥ͛̈͏ͅt̷͎̳͌ͧ̍̑͢r̻͓ͭ̀i̢̢̥̻͙̪̊̂͂c͈͉͎̈͒ͨ̉ͫ ̙̰̯̲̱͇ͥͮͨ͠b̑͒̽ͦͤ̋̃̂҉̫̦̤͍̼l͎̝̠͇̰͚̒̌͗͗̚ṷ̠̼̤͙̈́ͫͥe̬̝̺̪͚̦̯̤ͩ̐͘. It isn't getting any better or worse as the memory goes on, just forever burning some of the details. If Loop caves to their temptations, they'll find that it doesn't even hurt to touch! It doesn't feel like anything, and it doesn't catch onto Loop either. They might as well have stuck their hand in lukewarm water.
Stan picks the postcard up off the floor and holds it carefully as he reads it. The flames closest to him and the postcard actually bend away from it, trying to keep away from this message. It can't be burnt anymore.]
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The fire is concerning but also sort of pretty, a bright ë͚̟́͟͜l̸̛̼͈̘̲ͬ̄ͪͣ̏̀eͪͭ̃ͤ͂͒҉̗̦̙c̴ͤͨ̀ͨͥ͛̈͏ͅt̷͎̳͌ͧ̍̑͢r̻͓ͭ̀i̢̢̥̻͙̪̊̂͂c͈͉͎̈͒ͨ̉ͫ ̙̰̯̲̱͇ͥͮͨ͠b̑͒̽ͦͤ̋̃̂҉̫̦̤͍̼l͎̝̠͇̰͚̒̌͗͗̚ṷ̠̼̤͙̈́ͫͥe̬̝̺̪͚̦̯̤ͩ̐͘. It isn't getting any better or worse as the memory goes on, just forever burning some of the details. If Loop caves to their temptations, they'll find that it doesn't even hurt to touch! It doesn't feel like anything, and it doesn't catch onto Loop either. They might as well have stuck their hand in lukewarm water.
Stan picks the postcard up off the floor and holds it carefully as he reads it. The flames closest to him and the postcard actually bend away from it, trying to keep away from this message. It can't be burnt anymore.]
...Ford?