"Alida is ten miles out at sea. It's been deserted for fifteen years . . .
. . . My husband Arin left for Alida a week ago and I haven't heard anything from him since . . .
. . . Arin was suspicious of things before he left, I should not have let him go . . .
. . . We're going to secretly drop you off on the western side of Alida where you'll have access to most of the island . . .
. . . Return my husband home to me."
"Alida . . . a siren of the sea? No. We were so overwhelmed by our success. We could do anything and we had the money to do it . . .
. . . We were four young men that had invented a new wave of music that proved so popular that our CD sales had broken all previous records by 200% . . .
. . . How do you follow that? I could make it easy on myself and blame Juno, but if it wasn't Alida, it would've been something else just as crazy . . .
. . . Juno had an excited gaze in his eyes, 'what about a guitar . . . a monstrous guitar rising from the sea?' We all fell into Juno's abyss, like a black hole, we got too close and couldn't turn back . . .
. . . As Juno was describing it we could visualize the monolith in our minds . . . the eighth wonder of the world . . . our very own creation."
"I'm writing to you in the hope that we can resolve the problems we've had in the past and come up with some working solutions regarding Alida . . .
. . . I've also written to the others and waiting on replies. I never apologized for the covert deals I had in place with our money. I know now that it was wrong . . .
. . . I feel that enough time has passed, the connections to past dealings would be difficult to trace . . .
. . . The assets we locked away in the main vault should be distributed among us. I suggest we meet on Alida and discuss the situation . . .
. . . Perhaps we can also talk about resurrecting the island and operating it as you and the others intended."