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Chapter Five
"Where IS it? Oh come on, there must be one around here..."
Syaoran muttered to himself, throwing small objects around the room as he rummaged through a desk drawer. Not finding what he was looking for, he surveyed the room. The floor was now littered with hole-punches, dried up felt tips, boxes of staples and a tape measure. He started to clear it up.
"AMÉLIE!"
There was a faint "Yes?" from upstairs.
"Have you got a pen?"
"Who's Ben?" came the reply.
"I SAID PEN!"
A blue biro flew down the stairs of its own accord and landed at his feet. He raced back into the study and started scribbling frantically on a handy piece of paper, presumably stolen from somewhere called Yudoya Hotel. What he wrote could have fitted on a postcard.
"Dear Sakura
I am safe and well. I don't know where I am. Hope you're all right. How is that brother of yours? I'll try and get back to Japan as soon as possible.
Love, Syaoran"
A small drop of water landed on the place where he'd signed his name, making the blue ink blur. He hurriedly folded the letter in half, stuffed it into a pre-licked envelope and scrawled the address on the front. Slamming the front door behind him, he rushed out into the square. There was a postbox on the corner. He dropped the letter in. It felt...it felt a little like sending a piece of your heart to someone. It hurt, but you knew when they got it they'd be overjoyed.
Two days later, when the white envelope plopped onto the doormat of Sakura and Syaoran's flat, she was sitting six miles up in the air, trying not to throw up all over her new shoes.