While on the train back home, Willis started reading the letter, filled with misspellings and grammatical errors.

"Deer Willis, I rote this letter to tell yo sorry ttub we are over! I'm done wit U! I don't wanna see yo' ugly face no mor! Don't call me no mor! Mik is the only 1 I need, and I need for you to go away. D end!"

Near the end of the letter, Dorisha incorrectly wrote in huge words, "Boy, Bie!"

Willis started to seethe as he gritted his teeth. "I can't believe this!"

"Believe what?" Arnold asked.

"Read this."

Arnold read it and after he finished, he just shrugged. "Yep, saw it coming."

Seeing how mad Willis was, Arnold didn't speak to him for the rest of the trip.

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As soon as they got home and settled down a bit, Willis let out his frustration.

"Man, I ain't gettin' nowhere on this 'Mik' thing! Everytime I think I hit something, it turns out to be a dead end."

"Yeah, it is getting frustrating." Arnold replied. Truth was, hse was getting frustrated at Willis' obsession on finding out who Mik is. "It seems that Mik dude is doing a good job hiding from us."

"Yeah, and it's driving me crazy." Will replied back.

"Maybe we should get our minds off of it for a while." Arnold suggested, because he wanted to stop hearing about Mik from his brother. "The NBA All-Star Game is still on. Dr. J and Magic will be there."

"Yeah, let's watch. I wanna see Dr. J. dunking on all those fools in the West."

Arnold smiled, for finally his brother's returned back to normal, as they turned on the TV and watched. The game was somewhere in the 3rd quarter.

After the game, the evening news came on. Having nothing better to watch, Willis decided to keep it on there, while Arnold decided to get himself some food. While watching, in one of the segments, one of the reporters started to talk about dyslexia.

"One of the symptoms of dyslexia is reading and writing from right to left, even past the age of eight."

Immediately, something went off Willis' head. Willis had yet another eureka moment.

During all this time, he still had the letter in his hand. With the letter still in his hand, he looked at the letter again, this time reading it thoroughly. As he started to reread the letter, he noticed that she spelled 'butt' backwards. With that in mind, he thought that it was possible that she spelt 'Mik' backwards.

"So then Mik is backwards for –." Then it hit him. The wild goose chase. The stick hit on Mike Johnson. The greasy blouse. The private lunch with Miko at West Village, which he's fully aware that Greenwich Village is a part of. It all added up.

"OH MY GOD!"

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