John sat at his desk, his hand hovering over a blank page. His eyes gave a tired tone. He wiped his eyes and tried to continue writing this letter to Alexander Hamilton. He HAD to mail it in time.

"My dear Alexander,

He started but couldn't finish the letter due to writer's block. He groaned sleepily, his under-eyes slightly pink from crying the previous night. He notices you peaking in and frantically hides the letter under some other papers. Washington's own daughter, this must be important! He sits up straight and listens for news