From: Veronica Mars [vmars#marsinvestigation .net]
Sent: Wednesday February 1st 2017 9.16 AM
To: Logan Echolls [l. frost .e#mailtome .org]
Subject: Funny thing...

Hi there sailor!

Guess what… While we've been reminiscing about our 9 years apart, the world hasn't stopped spinning. Can you imagine that? So I was thinking of making this mail a two-parter. I'll give you some insight into my wonderful Stanford life. And, while 'memory lane' is definitely my first choice for residence, how about I keep you updated a little about life in Neptune 2017 as well. Because when you get back home, I'd rather not spend time going over the past 6 months. There are more important things to do with our time.

Stanford was amazing. The buildings, the vibe, the history. Well, I guess you saw it, when you were there. I majored in criminal psychology. But transferring as a sophomore isn't all that is cracked up to be. And let's face it, I've never been good at making friends, even without the added transfer awkwardness. That doesn't mean I didn't have any friends though. I had a small circle of friends, who I really like. But they only ever knew 'Stanford Veronica'. I never spoke about what came before. Never talked about Neptune. I didn't talk about you either. That was the only thing that kept me going that first year. I even forbade Wallace and Mac from talking about you. That didn't stop the dreams though. And I think I dreamed about you every night that first year.

Slowly I got used to 'Stanford Veronica'. I tried to live as normal as possible. Nobody knew about the PI thing, so nobody came around asking for help in that department. And even though there was a lot less angst and drama, looking back on it now, it was just a tad boring. Like a muted colored version of me. The yellow cotton dress Veronica again, instead of the red satin Veronica. If Lily would have seen me… well, you know…

At the end of my sophomore year I met Will. He was sweet, funny, strong and insanely smart. Middle class upbringing, full of ambition. Pre-med with a side of psychology. We lasted all the way to the beginning of Senior year. I don't think I loved him. I was content for sure. But it didn't really feel like love. But I guess it did for him, since he pulled out a ring at dinner one night. As you can imagine, that was a really awkward evening. But when it ended, I didn't cry. And that, more than anything, made me realize that saying 'No' was the right thing. Well, that and, the idiot heard me say about ten zillion times I didn't ever want to get married. So really, blame's on him, right?

Meanwhile in present day Neptune, our favorite bumbling Sherriff is still a moron. It's kind of upsetting though, I was hoping there would be more of a fight. He's making it way too easy for me. Not that he'll ever get fired. Better to pay off a moronic asshole to look the other way, than to live your life on the up-and-up.

I've been googling some Navy stuff, but to be honest, it's a lot and to me it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. But I gathered that you are on a Nimitz-class ship and that it's some kind of nuclear powered supership (thank God for Wikipedia and Google) and that you probably fly a F18 Hornet. You probably went through OCS because you have a bachelor degree. How am I doing so far?

I also learned the following:

* Flying a plane is no different from riding a bicycle, it's just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes.

How 'bout them apples.

V. out!