When Sara walked in to her apartment,
she had fully expected to see the evidence
of her failed suicide attempt.
She was almost disappointed to see that
someone, most likely her father, had restored
order to her home.

She sighed heavily and
plopped down on the sofa. She looked closely
for a tell tale stain, anything that would tell
the story of what had once transpired.

There was nothing. No stain. Not even a pillow was out of place.
No one would ever suspect that 2 days ago she had...
Her train of thought was broken when her eyes
traveled to the coffee table.
Why hadn't she noticed this right away?

She wrapped her fingers around the paper crane,
and fought with her tears once again.
Why was he doing this to her, why couldn't he
just leave her alone? Hadn't he hurt her enough?
She was so tired of all the games!
She was about to crumple the crane in her fist,
when she noticed the writing.

She unfolded the crane and stared at the letters,
willing them to make sense.
The words written on the crane were not real words.
Or were they? She ran her hand through her hair and stared
hard at the letters.
Was it some kind of code? How could this make sense?

The crane said: et e t he on ow tel t sk.
Sighing once again, Sara leaned her head back against
the sofa. She was not up for this.
Why couldn't he just tell her what he wanted?
Then she thought of something, and jumping up
quickly, she went in search of her purse.

She swore silently, as she rifled through the
contents of her purse. She could never seem to find
anything in it. She made a quick mental note to herself:
Clean out purse, and soon.
Her fingers finally landed on what she had been seeking.
She anxiously pulled out the origami rose
that she had fished
out of the garbage that morning,
kicking her self all the while.

She stared at the rose, as it sat waiting in her palm.
Then carefully unfolding it, she saw what
she had known would be there: Me m a t mo gl ho a du.

She hurried to the sofa, and quickly
compared the two origami figures.
She placed them side by side.
She saw it right away.
She added the letters from the rose
to the letters from the crane...

She took a deep breath.
The message was clear:
Meet me at the Moon Glow Hotel at dusk.
Her gaze shifted to the window,
where bright sunlight streamed through.