Hey, you!

We really haven't talked in a long time. I heard you were doing great, and that's awesome.

"No, that's awful," Trish said under her breath as she tore out the sheet of paper. "Awesome? I'm surprised people don't question my education. I sound like a twelve year old.

I have to say, I was surprised to hear from you, especially since it's been a while and we haven't exactly talked. We had some crazy times together. Remember when we wanted to kill each other? Yeah, that time when I kind of got you and your best friend to hate each other? I'm glad we're all mature enough to look back and laugh.

Trish bit her lip and looked down at the paper with a sneer. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to joke about. In fact, by just writing it she was kind of hating herself. Who knew what the letter was about anyway? He could have been in an accident or getting in contact with her so he knew where to send the hit man. Trish tore that sheet of paper as well and started back from the beginning.

I have to say, I was surprised to hear from you, especially since it's been a while and we haven't exactly talked. I'm not sure what to think about you sending me a letter after all this time, but I have to think the best if you think that writing to me would do any good. Actually, I'm glad you didn't take time to e-mail me. I'm pretty illiterate in that department, but I guess you already know that.

Anyway, I think I should tell you that I never actually got to read your letter. The craziest thing happened. I was sitting in this really nice café with a friend, I think we've been there, and your letter just disappeared. I had it in my pocket one minute and when I left the café it was gone. I went back to try and find it but it really did vanish. Fate's a funny thing isn't it? Or maybe that's just me being clumsy.

If it's not a hassle, write back to me. Obviously if it's something important I want you to talk to me. Like I said before, it's been a while, but you know that I still care.

Trish

"Are we going to the car or working overtime?" There's nothing like a bored and slightly frustrated man to pull you back into the real world. They were sidetracked for a while, and while Trish obviously kept herself busy, she could understand why he wasn't too pleased with sticking around the arena longer than he had to. "I'm coming," she said as she hopped down from equipment case she had been sitting on. "I wouldn't want to keep you here for too long. Someone might actually talk to you. Even worse, you might run into a fan."

Trish looked at him, clapping one hand to her cheek and pretending to gasp in surprise. Not keeping the charade up for long she broke out into a fit of giggles until he couldn't help but smile. They were infectious that way. "You're the last one that should be talking about fans." The subtle remark was the kind that she was used to from him. Her only retort was her tongue poking out at him like an angry little kid.

They were kind of like kids anyway. Or at least that was the impression everyone was under as they chased each other out of the building and to their waiting rental car.