Syaoran was sat at his desk with his dark green dressing gown tied tight around his waist with a black cord. He was filling at some more paperwork. Ever since he returned to Hong Kong, there seemed to be stacks of paper that he needed to fill out; whether it be school forms or moving forms or detailed reports on the events in Tomoeda, even apologies to the Li Council and Elders for failing to return with the Clow Cards. For all of Reed's celebrated prophetic powers, he didn't seem too bothered about letting his descendants knows that they would not inherit the Clow Cards. Although, had he done that, Syaoran would never have found himself in Tomoeda. So for that, he would be eternally grateful. He sighed and looked at his clock. 23:42. Japan was an hour ahead, so it would've been 00:42. He wondered if Sakura was asleep, hoping she was doing so peacefully. She mentioned that she'd had a weird dream a few days ago. If it was something dangerous, he'd never forgive himself for being so far away. He felt a yawn form over his tongue, but he tried desperately not to succumb to it. If he yawned, it was akin to admitting defeat and he'd have to stop working. If he could get through this last stapled pack, then he'd go to sleep.

Suddenly the lamplight on his desk was coupled by a straining luminescence trying to escape from inside his drawer. He shuffled his chair back and opened the drawer immediately, struggling to think what he could've put in there that would ever have this kind of reaction. As he peered in, he recognised the light and design of the Rashinban. The magic compass was designed to track active Clow Cards, but there were only Sakura Cards now, right? The Rashinban's light shifted in the air and focused, firing a fine string straight out of the window. Syaoran snatched it up and followed the light out onto his balcony, throwing the doors open and looking out to see if he could spot where the beam pointed. He searched the horizon, looking for where the light seemed to fade away, but following the line he thought he could spot something just off the horizon. He could. Only it wasn't staying at the horizon. It was coming here, and quickly. The breeze caught in the entity's power and began to rush around Syaoran; the flaps of his dressing gown began to whip up and down as the breeze became a gale, and the gale became a gust. Syaoran raised his arm and protected his face against the dust being caught up against him until he was finally forced to squeeze his eyes shut. Then, it stopped. Everything was calm. Syaoran lowered his arm slowly, daring to open his eyes again. He staggered at the sight of the elvine, glowing stature of The Windy Card.

"Windy?" gasped Syaoran. "What are you doing here?"

Windy reached underneath her scaly wings and retrieved two letters, passing them quietly to Syaoran.

"For me?" he asked, taking them politely. He looked down at them; they had different handwritings, if he had to guess the one on top was Sakura's and the other might have been Tomoyo's. He looked back up to Windy and before he could ask his next question, she had drawn herself into streams of white and yellow until she regained her pink paper form and trailed onto the letter pile.

Instantly, Syaoran returned inside and gently closed the door. He took the letters and The Windy Card and sat back down at his desk. His previous paperwork was suddenly a lot less important as he carefully unfolded the first envelope.

Dear Syaoran,

I hope Windy won't startle you when she arrives with these letters, but I wanted to surprise you. I know you've been staying up light for the past few weeks because of all of your work, so I wanted to let you know I was thinking of you. And even though we're far apart and I miss you so much, sometimes it still feels like you're still around in a way. Yamazaki misses you too, almost as much as I do.

And about my dreams, I'm starting to understand them. It seems that there's something happening at the Tsukimine Shrine, but I'm sure I'll be all right. Toya was the one who recognised that it might be a spirit that's been getting stronger over the years and is starting to cause trouble. I think Toya might even be starting to get some of his sixth sense back. I asked Yue if it was possible and he said it might be, so I'm hoping that's what it is. Tomoyo's already designing the outfit. Tomoyo sent the other letter by the way. I know you'll worry about not being here, but I promise I'll be all right. And I'll prove that the strength and the courage you've given me are enough to get me through anything. Of course, if it were the other way around, I'm sure I'd be super worried about you, even if you asked me not to, so I won't ask. Instead, I'll say thank you again for helping me get this far.

Thank you, Syaoran

Love, Sakura

Syaoran held the paper in his hand, having to remind himself not to hold it too tightly or it'd crinkle. He wanted to keep this, save it and cherish it. He gently replaced it into the envelope and nestled it carefully in the corner of his desk, right at the bottom so that anything he put in there wouldn't damage it. He leaned back in his chair and let a smile break across his face. This girl. This wonderful girl.

After revelling in his fine taste in women, Syaoran brought himself back enough to read Tomoyo's letter.

Dear Li,

I hope you're doing well back in Hong Kong, and I'm certain you're very busy but it'd be lovely to hear back from you. I couldn't be more pleased for you and Sakura. She's so happy that you're still in her life. You'll be glad to know that Tomoeda is managing very well since there are no more mysterious disasters. Although opportunities to film our dear Sakura have dwindled, it has only fuelled to make the costumes she does wear so spectacular as to suffice for all the missed chances.

Now, I do have one question to ask you. My mother's company has started working on products that are called Domestic Technology; mostly computers and laptops, combined with the cell phones that we already produce, there's room to advance mobile technology into a whole new era. My question is, do you have a computer with a webcam? If so, there are programs that allow two people with webcams to see and talk to each other. I'll recommend some if you do have a computer. Also, if you have any opinions on the products of our Chinese competitors, let me know. Thank you.

From, Tomoyo

P.S. Kero was asking if anyone in the Li family inherited Clow Reed's mother's teacake recipe. If so, he requests that you send a copy at your next convenience.

It was 00:23. Syaoran was going to reply tonight, but he wouldn't underestimate how touched he was by receiving these letters. Sakura sent these to him with, knowing that Windy wouldn't fail. She wanted him to know that she cared and missed him. And with that thought, he went to bed and slept straight until morning.