"Why have you come here to find me?" Sylvie asked twenty minutes later at a small table in the outdoor café.

"Vash sent us here before he left to go find Knives." Meryl said. "He said he wanted us to meet you."

"He did tell me he was going out to meet Knives, but he never mentioned anything about sending you to see me." Sylvie said.

"How and when did he tell you? He never really told us how he communicated with you." Meryl said.

"He sends letters to me." Sylvie said. "He's been sending a letter every month for twenty-three years."

"That makes sense." Millie said brightly. "Doesn't it, Meryl?"

"Yes, it does." Meryl said.

"I recently received a letter from Vash." Sylvie said.

"What did it say?" Meryl asked excitedly.

"I'm not exactly sure." Sylvie said digging through her bag. "It was almost like it was in riddles. I know it means something important but I'm not sure." Sylvie pulled the letter from the bag and handed it to Meryl.

Meryl took the letter and read what it said out loud.

Dear Sylvie,

It's been many years since we met in Piddhe. I have thought about you all the time and believe you do the same. This might very well be the last letter you receive from me. My life has taken a strange twist lately. I don't want the life of an outlaw anymore. I can't stand people running from me. I'm going to show this planet that I'm not the bad guy. I have to find him, Sylvie, I really do. I might not live through it. I want to tell you that you have been a great person to write to. Before I leave I want you to do something for me. Someone needs your help and they are trying to talk to you. Listen to them and grant their greatest wish and pleasure.

Yours Truly,

Vash The Stampede

"Most of it is self-explanatory." Sylvie said.

"What does he mean by 'someone needs your help and they are trying to talk to you.'?" Meryl asked.

"I have no idea." Sylvie said.

"Maybe it's something that you already know." Meryl said.

"Maybe, but I have no idea." Sylvie said.

"Nick always told me...to...think about...all the angles." Millie said before breaking down into tears.

"I'm so sorry about Nick." Sylvie said. "He was a great man."

"He wouldn't want me to cry like this over him." Millie sobbed.

"It's okay to mourn for him, Millie." Meryl said soothingly.

"He wouldn't want me like this!" Millie said, before leaping out of her chair and running out of the café area.

"Millie was very close to Nick, wasn't she?" Sylvie asked.

"They were very close." Meryl said. "I was horrible for Millie when he died."

"How did he die? Vash never told me." Sylvie said.

"He was shot in the back." Meryl said trying to hold back tears. "He died in church."

"Let's not talk about Nick anymore." Sylvie said. "The subject is much too painful for everyone."

Meryl and Sylvie remained in silence for a while, eating their food which had just been brought to them. Millie came back after being gone for ten minutes. Sylvie was deep in thought when she heard a whispery voice.

"Sylvie..."

Sylvie nearly leaped out of her skin in fright. She glanced all around her but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Someone had spoken to Sylvie. She just knew it. It could have been Millie or Meryl, but then again it couldn't have been. The voice had been that of a man's.

"What's wrong, Sylvie?" Meryl asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"It's nothing." Sylvie said. "I thought I heard something but I guess I was wrong." At this time the three women were nearly finished with their lunch and had just received the bill.

"Do you know of a hotel that we could stay at for a few days before we head back to the town we came from to wait for Vash?" Meryl asked Sylvie.

"Yes, there's a nice hotel down the street a ways that would be able to accommodate you for a few days." Sylvie said.

"That's good to know." Meryl said. "We're probably going to turn in early. We've been traveling all night and are exhausted."

"Do you have any stores around here that have pudding?" Millie asked excitedly.

"Yes, there's a store across from the hotel that carries every type of pudding known to man." Sylvie said.

"Oh, yeah!" Millie squealed happily before dashing off down the street calling, "Thank you, Sylvie!" over her shoulder. Meryl and Sylvie watched until Millie disappeared from sight.

"Thanks for everything, Sylvie." Meryl said smiling. "I'm sure we'll see you around tomorrow."

"You're welcome, Meryl." Sylvie said. "I'll see you around. Right now I've got to get back to work."

"Bye, Sylvie!" Meryl called.

"Bye, Meryl!" Sylvie said before turning back to the bank to finish the day.