My Dearest Alaya
I find myself in a surreal state of mind. Is this a dream? I tremble with, not fear, pure excitement. Calmly I heed your words, "Breathe and let us return to our correspondence with a new appreciation".
I decided to respond to your previous letter, the most recent letter deserves a face to face response. Do you agree?
My mother is from Foggy Bottom area of Washington DC, in the States. My father is from the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania also in the States. My father's family nationality is part Irish, German and Welsh. My mother's nationality is English, Irish and a bit of Native American. My mother's journey to Scotland is a painful memory for her. It is a harrowing tale few people would believe. I am sure you have many questions; my mother will share her story with you.
As far as John, the only information I have is what my mother shares. She said that John was there from the beginning of her time of Scotland. He had money to invest in her tailor shop and left after it turned a profit. That and showing up for a job is all I know.
Concerning the human body ...
Most fascinating: Eye ducts. Did you know that humans, or mammals, are the only species with eye ducts? Eye ducts are quite practical as they clean out impurities such as dust and grit. They also allow us to weep.
Favorite organ: Brain.
Least Favorite: Heart. Did you know some can die from a broken heart? It saddens me to know that things are possible.
I definitely would like to see you in action ... uniform and all. Name the night and I shall be there with ... no bells would be terrible ... my cricket bat.
Your career sounds exciting and challenging. I image there is much subtext that you have to translate. All that paperwork, going over details and invest your personal energies towards criminals. I want to thank you for keeping our London safe. I can't wait to hear more about your work, the things you do and even learn from you. I hope my skills will prove an asset in our lives as yours have been an asset to our London's.
The family friend no longer visits. Once accepted into Kings College he sent a man in a Roman costume in his place. The Roman trained me to excel at cricket with a routine, which I practice twice a day. I have not seen either once my studies began.
The last day my mother's friend spent time with me he taught me about an incredible race called the Silurians. Apparently, as the story goes, the Silurians have been a warrior society with a focus in science, medicine and evolved from reptiles. I am not sure how to explain where they are now; I will try.
The Silurians have been the original advanced inhabitants of Earth and had developed a civilization long before man evolved from apes. However, when a planetoid was detected making an approach towards Earth, the Silurians believed that it would draw away the world's atmosphere as it passed. To avoid a catastrophe, the entire race went into hibernation or took to another planet. Their awakening would be triggered, so they thought - by the return of the atmosphere. However, the planetoid did not pass Earth but entered its orbit, becoming our moon. The Silurians remained in hibernation for millions of years. One day they will awake and share the earth with humans, not in my lifetime.
There was a tragedy. I happened when London decided to build an underground railway. The workers accidentally kill Silurians sleeping with one survival. Alone. Similar to my mother.
My mother could not be put back or send her forward. She had to make Scotland her home and she was two months pregnant with me. This lone Silurian had to make London her home, alone. How they survived giving up their talents, family, friends and loved one? I know it would be a miserable existence if I've been sent to a time where there were no books to read or to a culture where women were kept ignorant. I shutter at the thought.
Please clarify, it seems that your mother never sleeps. Do you have multiple mothers?
You climbed the chimney! Were you not fearful of falling? Do you climb homes often as a detective-in-training? I have my own unique door, 'Fiona's door". When will you come and visit again?
How did your custard pies taste? I am satisfactory in the kitchen. My speciality is a full Scottish breakfast.
Your Precious Fiona
P.S. Do you ever take off your veil? If so, when?