Margo Amiot sat in the old oak desk chair at the east side of her room, quiet in the rich evening sunlight filtering through the open window. A soft breeze fluttered against the thousands of letters stuck on the wall, rows of even script moving with the wind.

Thousands of letters. Over a thousand. Enough to cover the walls of the small room. Memories floated back to Margo: Her poor goldfish, Donnie breaking a Bo staff almost every month. Useless chatter about cake and deep political arguments.

And that one letter that had changed everything. Amazing how one sentence, taken the wrong way, could change everything for a lifetime.

Above the desk, yellowed by days of sun, hung letters she had written. Letters she had never sent. Letters, some of apology, some of fury, all in the same unchanging messy scrawl.

She stood and gently tugged a single letter off the wall, hanging above the bed. The last letter he had ever sent, full of melancholy, anger and confusion.

He had thought she didn't want to be his friend anymore, covered over his emotions with science as he always did. He had never answered her last letter. She had assumed that was it. It was over. Done with. A friendship cultivated since childhood, suddenly picked up by the wind and scattered, like a thousand pieces of paper, torn and blown to the ends of the earth, never to be seen again.

She wondered where he was now. Probably graduating college. Maybe already teaching class, following his lifelong dream.

She banished the nostalgia. It was only a way of distracting herself from the matter at hand.

She had decided to send a letter to Donatello, try to get back in touch. She was friendless now, no girlfriends to hang out with or penpals to write letters to. With a sigh, she sat down to write a letter.

"Dear Donatello:

My name is Margo Amiot and I live in France. I do not know if you remember me as it has been awhile since we were last in contact. I am very lonely here in France and would like to get back in touch with you. I am very sorry for our argument and hope you can overlook it.

I will be returning to America in one week and hope this letter reaches you soon.

Your friend,

Margo Amiot"

Margo sent the letter express mail before she could change her mind.