[That's accurate. It helps that people who are out of their element are even easier to read, because most times, they're not quite sure how to cover it up. It's like watching a fish out of water. A very authoritative fish, that is, but still out of water.]

Seems to me like whoever brought us here thinks they're Santa Claus.

[Mostly an observation, but it's still kind of an odd pattern. Why leave behind clues like this? Not that he's complaining, but.]

So, recounting what we know. One: Montgomery Rick, born in Cazemoria, possibly a prior resident of this compound... Maybe wanted for murder, assuming we haven't tied the noose around our necks while playing hangman. [Because without the rest of that sentence, it's impossible to know for sure.] Two: There was a fire. Not here, clearly, since we still have a roof over our heads. But maybe in Hollows [unlikely], or — here's a wild thought, in Cazemoria.

[Well. Someone's been thinking a lot about all of this. It's impossible not to, with such a big mystery on their hands.]

But what I'm interested in knowing now is, how long ago was that written?