Have I mentioned I don't own Trigun? Only a hundred freakin' times! Gah!!

Heh… This is just a teaser. I repeat, this is just a teaser. More will come later, but it won't be coming for a while.

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Dear Meryl and Mr. Vash,

I hope this letter finds you well. I haven't heard from you for awhile, but I bet you two are still ok, and just working really hard.

I have had an interesting week. It started when Niles got into the jam and ate so much he threw up. He managed to get sick while still in the kitchen and in a fit of brilliance used the empty jar, which he then closed and put back on the shelf before creeping back to bed. Imagine our surprise when we went to open the jar again!! After getting over our shock, I had to go into the pantry so the children wouldn't see me laugh. They saw the tears on my cheeks when I came back out, and Niles promptly admitted that it was his fault. I'm sure he was expecting something terrible to happen as punishment, but I could hardly bring myself to hurt him after I had laughed so hard. Besides, you can be sure he won't be trying that again, and neither will anyone else. Already the story has taken on an air of legend, passed from those who were there to the unlucky ones who were still upstairs in bed.

Janet is feeling much better then she did last week. I still worry about her; she seems so frail, and gets sick so often. When she feels better she runs and plays like the rest of the children, but when she is ill she loses that ability to be happy. She merely lies in bed sleeping most the time, and the rest of her time is spent staring listlessly around. I wish I knew how to fix things, or at the very least what was wrong with her, but I just can't come up with anything. So I watch her, and worry, and hope that someday she will get better and stay better, and be happy like the rest of my children.

You will not believe who fell into my office on Wednesday. I was sitting at my desk, talking to this odd woman who had come to me for advice, when all of a sudden Mr. Knives was coming through my window. And it was closed at the time! I'm still finding glass in the carpet. But if that wasn't odd enough, he didn't look very healthy. He didn't give me a hard time at all, and even acted like I wasn't there. Instead he got in an argument over the child with the lady, and she got mad and beat him up. Really. He was on the floor and everything and she was kicking him. He actually ended up agreeing with her to make her stop.

They looked like they knew each other; it was very odd. Your brother wasn't acting like he normally does. Maybe it was because he was hurt, but I'm not certain. Kiley (the lady) had come to me for advice on raising the girl she had brought with her, and she acted like she had no idea how to raise a child. She was being all mysterious and odd, talking around the subject of the child, making me guess that she was a plant.

A plant! Isn't that neat Mr. Vash? The little girl is a plant! You and your brother aren't the only ones anymore. She seemed happy enough to be with the lady and Mr. Knives, or I would have kept her no matter what your brother might have tried. The lady kept talking about how there was trouble after the girl, and how she didn't want to cause trouble, but how much trouble could she be in? You got us in lots of trouble, Mr. Vash, and we were ok. Maybe part of being a plant is being in trouble; I don't know. But the little girl seemed to be alright, so I really didn't have any reason to keep her, other then I don't think your brother should be around small children. But that's just my opinion, and I shouldn't act on my opinion alone, not when it involves someone else's life.

The lady wasn't very nice, or at least I didn't think so at first. Now I'm not so sure. She was very mean to your brother, hitting him where he had been shot, and kicking him when he was already on the floor and not defending himself at all. She agreed with me when I told her that she wasn't very nice, and seemed a little sad. But after they had left, and when I had gone back to my office to see what I could do about the window, there was something on my desk. It was a note that said "Sorry about the mess. Hope this helps." And underneath it were one thousand double dollars. That's enough money to fix the window, and get enough soil to finish the vegetable garden, too. I was very surprised that anyone who accompanied your brother would think to pay to fix a mess. Not that your brother is irresponsible, but he doesn't seem to care about the messes he makes of people's lives. The company he keeps doesn't always seem to care, either. So to see some sort of reparation, and even more then enough money to fix the trouble that they had caused, well, I'm a little confused now.

I still don't think that the lady is very nice, but I don't think that she's bad, either. I'm not sure what that makes her. Maybe they will visit you guys next, and you can tell me what you think of her. Anyway, I thought that Mr. Vash should know that his brother is traveling about again. I'm not complaining, really I'm not, but Mr. Vash, you had promised me I would never have to see him again. When he came through the window my heart almost leaped out of my chest I was so scared. I got all light headed and not like myself at all. I know he's your brother, but after what he did to me an Meryl, I'd really would be happy to not have to see him ever again.

Anyway, on Thursday, Annie said…