Dear Kozumi,
I've received your last letter, and it was quite nice to hear from you again. Things have gone well on our end, and there have been no traces of Black Ghost activity as far as we can see.
The doctor paused in his writing, wording his thoughts mentally before writing them down onto paper.
Pyunma left for Muamba to help his comrades. G Jr. returned to San Francisco, and he is currently working at another construction site. Jet and Albert have also left for the time being, to America and Europe respectively.
He paused, but longer this time, to remember when they first left to experience their lives again. First Jet left, shortly after they arrived at the cottage. Pyunma and G. Jr. both left at around the same time, a few days after Jets departure. Albert was the last to leave- also a few days after the previous departure- after it seemed certain that there wasn't any Black Ghost activity detected.
As you remember me mentioning the first time you visited, they're adults, and have their own lives, asides from this. I only hope that they fare well out there.
A shout- muffled by the door and walls- made itself audible to Dr. Gilmore, stopping the movement of his pen for a fraction of the minute.
As for those who still remain, Chang and G.B. still argue amongst themselves, even now as I write this. It seems to be one of those things they do as friends. That reminds me, Chang's restaurant has become more successful over the course of the month. Although, Joe may be the only one not too thrilled about the increase in customers.
An amusing image of Joe standing in the doorway after Chang's restaurant was closed for the day came to mind…
…Said Japanese boy fell asleep on one of the couches five minutes after his arrival.
He allowed a smile to creep onto his face before continuing.
Most of us have noticed how much time Joe and Françoise have spent together. Yes, I still remember what it was like to be young and in love. Though, I am concerned for G.B.'s safety whenever he attempts a "reconnaissance mission". Needless to say, the two weren't amused.
Ivan is being taken care of by Françoise and it's no surprise that her maternal instinct seems to have grown even more ever since we defeated Black Ghost. For the moment, Ivan's awake.
He vaguely recalled his friend's comment on Ivan hibernating as though he were really a bear cub.
We're still concerned about Black Ghost, and if Scarl has really been defeated, but we all agreed that a peaceful moment was needed.
A knock on the door served as another interruption.
"Come in." At the doctor's call, the door swung open, revealing Françoise in the doorway.
"Dr. Gilmore, I'm making some coffee for the others. Would you like some?"
"Yes please, if you don't mind."
The girl's smile never wavered. "It'll be just a moment." She left the room as quietly as she entered.
I remember on the evening that 0011 attacked, you mentioned that the others have become a family to me. Over the course of time, I see that you were right. And I believe that they would agree with me.
Perhaps one day you could come visit us again. Granted, I do remember what happened before, and we would rather not risk your well being. But it would be nice to see you again one day my friend.
Yes… That seemed to word it adequately. Dr. Gilmore took the letter, placing it into an envelope.
Sometime later, the weather was fair, not a cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly over the large house that stood by the ocean. An elderly man donned in a green yukata sat on the porch, smiling as he read over a letter sent from a very good friend.
I really don't have an explanation for this one. So I guess it's more or less a drabble. I really need to crack this writer's block.