The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...


Thursday, September 1, 2011

Dear Kurt,

I left my mp3 player on the bus that contains all our life in music. I'm very nervous that it will be gone and you feel my fear transcending soul to soul.

You encouraged me to look at your adorable Nyquil picture and ensured that I would never lose you, and if left on a bus, you'd be right there where I left you for safe keeping.

You truly are a puppy dog. That bus needs to grace us with its presence, and our music must be retrieved.

I love you. Mmm-hmm.

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