Dear Paula,

You reply from the last letter wasn't very happy. You told me you would wake up everyday, and look out your window to see if I was there, but I'd never be. Even though you knew I wouldn't come, you'd still bother to check. Just thinking I would show up keeps you going. I showed Lucas and he cried all night. Me? I'm too manly to cry…sniff. Anyway, you called Jeff to get your mind off me and realized he wasn't there? Well, there's a funny story about that…

I ran downstairs when I heard that the assist trophies were arriving. That means they spend their days in little glass things, waiting to assist. There were so many, I couldn't count. This one was a black and red hedgehog that seemed to know Sonic. Lucas tried to make friends and say hi, but he was pushed down. He ended up getting a bruise on his knee. That made me so mad I "accidentally" stuck my leg out and tripped Shadow. He fell into Peach! My tripping is coming along quite nicely...! Ahem…anyhow…after that fiasco, I suddenly saw someone I recognized; it was Jeff.

Part of me wanted to remain calm and act natural; the other wanted to dance, sing, and run over to give Jeff a hug. These two parts merged together and ended up in me casually saying hi, then letting out a scream of joy (luckily I thought twice about giving him a hug). I asked him how he ended up here, and this is what he said:

"You put in a nominee for an assist trophy. You put down Paula, but…I was way more preferred by the fans and was chosen to come."

Okay…you're probably about to tear up this letter at the thought how slim a chance you had to get here. BUT! Before you destroy the rest of my precious words, let me tell you they're having another contest…*really tiny writing* maybe…so they'll be another chance. Jeff visits me every two days, and all he talks about is how much you miss me. He told me about the time you called me in the middle of the night because you were sleepwalking. Apparently you were having a dream about my return. The story made me laugh, but then I finally saw how much you miss me. The more I hear, the harder it is to be away from you. I don't want to EVER forget about you Paula, but you need to really let go, and move on.

Yours Forever,

Ness

P.S. Did you buy me that game yet? As soon as you do, send it in a letter! Please...I get bored at night!