The Note Writer was somewhere in the Internet. He wasn’t exactly sure where, but he would be able to figure that out. He as currently walking down a road. Walking beside him was Burner of Notes, his alter ego.
“So, I’ve finally decided to come back to Ficly,” Writer said cheerfully.
“Newsflash, Writer: No one cares,” Burner said.
They both kept walking down the road, two halves of the same whole.