44 Eaton Square, London, England

December 19th, 1897

9:30 p.m.

To My Dearest Friend,

Basil Holmes, The Great Mouse Detective. It is with deep gratitude to have seen you in person again, after three years. You have not changed...a bit...after the last glance we gave each other the last time. But that bit, has interested me greatly, to see you take on the specific task of being someone who you couldn't be.

Although I am pleased at that small moment, I had to witness your greatest moment-

Your wedding.

Am I saddened to see this? Not greatly, but I must congrat you on your happiness at last. You have worked for so long to be alone. To be a bachelor, as I have grew to witness from you, was your main prize. A part of you has finally realised to understand the position of a husband, a father, and a companion. But, this is just the beginning, and it takes time to understand it all completely. There will be times, some terrible, some excellent. At those moments, aren't quite nearly as small as you think.

Excuse me at the moment, but I must start from the beginning.

I remember the day we first met. I roamed in Oxford's walls, in the halls between rodents to get to my father's classroom. Tired, late I was to meet with him. I ignored all the stares that I was given. Despite that a girl was seen in right before their eyes, in a all boys school. But I couldn't take a minute to look, I was focused on getting to him on time. Then, as I walked into the classroom, I finally gazed upon you for the first time. It was my fault that I ran into you, but I thought later on that this probably meant a greater chance with a man. Our introductions if you can recall, were at first awkward. As the austere leading man of the household, as my father always was, he scolded me in my presentation. But you stood up for me, assuring that not ever lady can be as perfect. Right there and then, our friendship began to blossom.

You even took the request from me to gain education. You were my first teacher, in chemistry and history about. Subjects that mattered in the path of your career choice. Sneaking out to a quiet place wasn't easy, since there were guards all around. But we worked together to make it work, and I felt that moment I should thank you some way. I did, and when one of your colleagues found out and threaten to expose the entire dilema to the headmaster, I left for your sake. I didn't want you to be forcefully dropped out. I wanted you to gain your dream.

Time passed, as I moved on to dedicating my own self to the environment and entertainment. I soon found passion in naturalism, and opera. I raised to the top of the ladder to become Mousedom's Prima Donna and rising star. I nearly forgot my college days with you, as I dined with the upper class ladders and romancing with well known bachelors. I remember my romance with one of the queen's nephews, and the moments we created in a photo. But the day he left me broken, lead to what soon became our reunion. The Duke was to marry another princess from a neighboring country, and I had kept our photograph in my jewel box. I saw through your disguise as an injured homeless old mouse. You had been requested to retrieve the photo before I was to tear apart his marriage. You should've known that I wouldn't perform such a deed as that. I found it miraculous that I was able to see through your disguise, and stop it before anything. At least you had a photo of myself to keep.

But we soon began talking once again in the summer of eighty nine. The time when nature bloomed at it's best and when I saw something more beyond our friendship. Do you remember the carnival that arrived at that time? The water pantomime, the extravaganza of animals, and the games we discovered? We were young and carefree. It was a blissful time to be, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I hope you were too at that moment.

Then I soon became attracted to your mind, your sense of society. Our minds about matched with each others, and I could say that we made the perfect match. But we were to kept it sacred, and hidden. In those three to four years, we courted at the beginning. I wanted to cross pass the boundaries of our close friendship. Do you still feel the kisses I gave upon your cheek? How you teased me of giving me my first romance? I soon realize I was probably in love for the first time. I didn't know if you felt it too, but I assured you felt it too at that moment. Then, I finally kissed upon your lips, after a night at a local restaurant. It seemed you enjoyed it, and I thought I have found my match at last.

But that happiness didn't last long.

I remember the height of your rivalry with the notorious Professor Ratigan was high. I helped as much as I can, but I was too busy wondering when you were going to propose. Then, your attitude changed as we began to see less and less. Our small kisses were short and unpleasant. I was growing bitter and impatient. I should've have known to do at least something. You have warned me to stay away from the villian. But I have crossed the line when I attempted to stop him. I cast myself to be damaged physically, and laid upon the hospital bed.

You then revealed that you attended not to marry me-

-but to break away so I could be safe.

I was broken once again. I felt worthless for two years, alone. I am sorry for that moment, and I haven't gotten the chance to apologize. But now I know that it is too late for that. You didn't want face marriage when you were after the enemy. It took you four more years until you were able to defeat him. At that time, I have already moved on with my beloved Austen. He is not as nearly as thin, but with a bulky, plump, tall appearance. He didn't have nearly the brains as you, but he is very loving.

Now, today, my heart is strained when I saw you marry at last-

-to another woman, your childhood, Melissa Millson.

I never knew why you liked her more than I, but maybe it's because she knew you longer than I had. She isn't me, but she is more...freeing and dedicated to you. She knew how to make you happy than I could. That is a part I am a bit jealous of...

Congratulations, once again, to becoming a husband, and a father to your eleven year old son. What was his name again? Jason? Evermore, I know that you have moved on, and we can only be friends once again. Do wish another romance with your? It is such a fantasy to dream about. I know at this moment, we shall move on with our own lives. It is a risk and a unwise decision to break our marriages apart. Some point late next year, I will become a mother to a bouncing baby. I found out later this month, and I am happy that I am a mother at last.

Whenever times are tough for you, I will be the second woman to let you weep into my shoulders. Let me help with your depression, if you have it. If you are left alone, I offer to comfort you. Let me know either way, so i can be a good friend to you once again. I do wish, that if you have another child, that our children together can romance with each other. In another day, another lifetime, we will be with each other again. Not this time, in this day. We have moved on with another lover.

That is just a suggestion, but we knew it will never happen.

I wish you all the best, dear Basil. I honestly do.

Good luck.

Sincerly Yours,

Mlle. Relda Schoonenberg

A.k.a Bree