~Letter Three~
Dear Doctor,
It's late. I can't sleep. I can always sleep, I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I wish I could travel the stars with you, just like you said. I think about it a lot. Was I born? I'm not sure. I'm not even sure you know. Marcy keeps telling me about her mother. She's a soldier, now, that's what Marcy tells me. She sounds so strong and brave and she says I should meet her. Then again, she's never met her mother either. I don't think her mother ever really existed in this timeline. She says she doesn't. I wonder how she knows so much about her, then. She must be a legend somewhere, the girl who saved the Earth or something. It's all so fascinating.
Your Daughter,
Jenny.
