Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 01:54:30 -0500
From: dale@synthasia.com
Subject: Please, please read this

Hi:
Please, even though you don't know me, I pray that you will take the time to 
read this message. I'm in trouble and have no one else to turn to. 
A mutual friend suggested you as somehow who might be able and willing to help 
me, and said you were someone who was good at solving 
mysteries and researching things on the web. You see, my wife and daughter are 
dead and it's all my fault. No, not like you're probably thinking; 
I loved them and would never do anything to hurt them. But there's been a 
terrible accident. And now they're both gone. But you see, I know this 
sounds crazy, it wasn't supposed to happen this way. I was promised everything 
would be OK but it's all gone terribly, terribly wrong. 

I can't explain here but if you are willing to try and help, I've hidden some 
information at my website, www.synthasia.com. I had to hide it because
people are looking for any excuse and evidence they can find to prove me crazy. 
In fact, that's why I'm sending you this now. I'm actually being committed
to some kind of mental facility, tonight, against my will. The doctors have 
come a couple fo times to the door and I've ignored them but I'm certain they 
will 
be back any minute, with the police probably to gain them access. They think 
I'm crazy because of what has happened and what I know. But I can't explain
here; I'm not sure if the court orders they have allow them access to my e-mail 
or not.

Take a good look at my site; sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees. 
There's a journal of sorts there that I've hastily thrown together in the last 
few weeks,
even before the accident. Things haven't been good for quite a while now. 

If you decide to help, I may need someone to access my e-mails, as I may not be 
able to and I've tried to contact some people lately whomay be able to help
me besides you. I've set-up a form of access . . .
Damn, someone's at the door. I have to go. I must send as many e-mails as I 
can, quickly. Please help me. This isn't right. I promise, somehow I can 
explain it all to you
but you must help me first.

Desperate,
Dale Sprague
dale@synthasia.com