Riddle 015: Even More Puzzling...

[questionauthority]

[First, a public call, filtered from drones/Grady/Mayor/Postman/etc.]

Riddle me this. When you have it, you'll want to share it, but if you share it, you'll no longer have it.

It's a secret, ladies and gentlemen, and it seems as though the Mailman's incapable of keeping one. I know others have said it before, but come now. Surely we're all smart enough not to victimize one another. Many have their reasons for wanting to return home, but I'm sure others have their reasons for wanting to stay here as well. Strange as that may be.

...though that is rather curious. Why would one decide to stay in a place like Mayfield?

[Then, a private call, filtered to Officer Grady.]

This is Edward Nigma. Are you in, Boss?

[Then, an action, for his housemates and whoever else happens to visit. It looks like Edward's been fortunate enough to get back one of his old outfits in the mail, along with his good ol' cane. Believe it or not, it's actually surprisingly comfy and warm. Almost like long-johns. Feel free to walk in on him and comment on his god-awful fashion sense.]

Comments

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

People dying before arriving in Mayfield? That's the first I've heard of any circumstances like that, though I can't say that's too surprising, considering the sort of crowds Mayfield drags in.

I suppose that would literally make this place a sort of Hell, wouldn't it?

Wrong icon, derp.

[ohlookboobs.livejournal.com]

Hell is one way to describe it, although that doesn't mean we're gonna be trapped in it forever. [And by that, he means trapped under the terror created and enforced by Lucy Smith, the postman and the others]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. There's most certainly a way out.