My Dearest,

I am very proud of you and your position of Detective. How do you like being on the force? Do you have a uniform? If so, describe it in detail, please.

I am sure mother Jenny and mother Vastra are taking great pride in their new positions. Mother Vastra taking a backseat? The world is changing.

Mr Gardner is an excellent candidate, he has been loyal to my mother for many years. I know he has three daughters, if you need any more help my mother mentioned one of his daughters having skills in accounting. It might be useful, since your detective work takes president, as it should. You have worked very hard to become a detective. I could not be more proud.

You will have to wear th perception device longer. Are there any side effects? What if the device gets damaged, do you have a backup?

The picture mother Vastra drew of us is always with me. I have a request, a leather pouch. Something small enough to hold the picture safe from moisture. It is more precious to me than money, it is my lifeline to you. I have spent one pound on more paper, stamps, one bottle of whiskey and the rest I am saving. I fear that my free time will come unexpected and will send a telegram immediately. I ache to see your beautiful brown eyes.

I have calculated it takes almost three days from the post office here in Edinburgh to reach Savile Row in London. I assure you I take our correspondence seriously, my heart aches as I write these words down ... I beg for your patience due to my limited energy. I do not tease or want to deny you my words, it is a matter of coming back to my room and choosing between sleeping against my cold wall or writing with tired eyes. I love you with all my heart and I hope you understand.

Today I witnesses the horrors of war as a man's facial skin melted. I assisted in the surgery to make sure the young man of eighteen could have vision, ability to breathe and mouth opening to eat. We worked diligently. I was angry when one of the nurses. Lucy, commented that he would never find love looking inhuman. "How could anyone love someone without lips or simply a face." My anger burned deep, but I calmly remarked under my mask, "Love is amazing. It can withstand the horrors of scars, it can see the beauty in the most uncommon places. I find, that at least in my life, a human face doesn't make the person." I found my boldness take over and I quickly recoiled. I felt like I unveiled something sacred.

Lucy became quiet. Elie said under her mask, "Hear! Hear!" and we continued on the surgery. After which I followed Elise out to the waiting room to update the family. The father and mother sat there holding hands listening to the Doctor describe what we did and what to expect. A young woman stood and demanded to see him as she is his fiancée, Cadha. The doctor ready Cadha for all the horrible things this man has gone through. The parents offered her exit out of their engagement to Brice. Cadha stood firm and demanded to see him. The doctor and I led her to his recuperating room where he was still in pain, but awake.

Lucy was there checking his pulse and watching his fluids. Brice opens his eyes as wide as possible and demanded that Cadha leave and never see him again. Cadha asked him (I write it in London's english. There is a close translation), "Do you deny me your love? I do not deny you mine. If you believe me a superficial woman who only loved you for your looks I am afraid you were not much to look at before this accident. I fell in love with you the moment you chased that ewe all over your land finally to realize it wasn't yours. You didn't hesitate and we both walked that sheep two miles to McEwen's land. We talked about everything under the sun. The way to McEwen's you held the rope attached to the sheep but on the way back you held my hand."

Cadha grabbed Brice's hand tight and bent down kissed his healing lips. He flinched with pain. She quickly apologized, "You'll be well enough to kiss again. I can wait." She sat down and pulled book out of her bag, The Mysterious Island by Verne, and began reading to him. I kept calm all day. After of over six more hours of surgeries I went back to my bed, laid down with my back against the cool wall and cried into my pillow. I thought of you with my shaved head and in a million pieces. Your love is great for me and I shall never let you go.

I am better after my cry and I slept six hours straight with wonderful thoughts of my Alaya.

I am a hot water bottle? How easily I am replaced?

Tell Mother Vastra I am doing my best to support my balance, it is difficult to train without her leadership. Ha! I agree, she will never find the tea.

Elsie is travelling soon towards the front-line hospitals in Serbia. Rumour has it more are going overseas to work in the hospitals. They need doctors when the injuries are fresh, by the time they come to us the healing process has taken place and we are unable to fix anything without breaking the patient all over again.

I miss you terribly

Your Fiona

PS My schedule has been continuous with long days and sleepless nights. I do my best to take care of myself, but my mind will not rest. I worry about my family in London and miss just being in the same room with you. Please tell me how you survived New New York University for six years being by yourself. I am desperately scared of my loneliness.