Has compulsion to write letters. Frequents strange places such as cemeteries, ruins and remote, desolate country areas. Makes secret calls at night. Hides phone bills. There is no known cure.
Medication is useless.
Disease is not fatal, but gets progressively worse. I shall not stray. It leadeth me into still Courthouses. It leadeth me into the Paths of Census Records and Ships Passenger Lists for my Surnames' sake. Yea, though I wade through the Shadows of Research Libraries and Microfilm Readers, I shall fear no Discouragment, for a Strong Urge is with me.