Baby stamps.

This is Infants on Thrones.

I'm looking for the further light and knowledge father promised to sing.

Babystap.

Baby steps.

Look for the good in everyone.

Welcome back to Infants on Thrones.

Remember Dow, our mysterious guy signed up for this super secretive clinical trial,

the Abgas Project. We're back, sifting through his letters, each one, a piece of a larger

puzzle. Yeah, exactly. We're detectives here, trying to put the pieces together, you know,

just from these little glimpses into Dow's experience. And this time, things are getting even more intense.

Oh, absolutely. In the last letter, we left Dow at the start of this grand adventure, full of hope and maybe a little naive about what he's gotten himself into.

But this letter, letter number two, titled The Quarantine, Hints at a Darker Turn.

It does, doesn't it? The title itself evokes a sense of isolation, control, maybe even a hint of danger.

We're about to enter the belly of the beast, so to speak.

Okay, before we get ahead of ourselves, let's hear Dow in his own words.

I'm going to read letter number two, the quarantine.

Hey, love, well, I'm here.

I don't know exactly where that is, of course, but wherever it is, here I am.

This has all been such a crazy whirlwind. I still can't believe I'm actually going to be a part of this thing.

I keep pinching myself to remind me that it's real.

Okay, right off the bat, you feel how isolated he is. Like, he's been whisked away to this unknown location totally in the dark.

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