Evie wrote some letters on Innesfillan that she never got the chance to send. Here's one of them, to her friend Emma back in Sydney:
Dear Emma
I don't know why I'm writing. It's not like there's any mail going from this dump any time soon. One flake of snow and the whole world stops. Only out there somewhere I know it's still going on, it's just here that nothing happens. Like this is the end of the world.
I'm not kidding, I think the world did end here about fifty years ago, or time got stuck or something. It's just that nobody's noticed yet. On the other hand, maybe the whole island is an alien experiment and I'm the token earthling on an interplanetary version of Big Brother. Even if the snow does stop and the world starts to revolve again it won't make any difference to this place. It'll still suck big time.
Remember when we were kidding about Aunt Evangeline being a witch? It's not funny any more. She could be. She's like totally thin and witchy and she's got servants - servants! Slaves, probably. I'm still looking around for her familiar, like a bat or a rat or something. I think there might be rats in the basement, it stinks down there.
And these weird things have been happening to me. Dreams, only I'm not sure they really are dreams. I don't know how to describe them. I don't want to freak you out or gross you out, but I'm kind of freaked and grossed myself.
Look at me, losing it in a letter. This is a waste of time. I might as well just tear this up and throw it away.
love
Evie
More letters coming soon!