"Her handwriting is still beautiful." Arthur murmurs, as he reads the letter that Mary sent him for the 5th time. It was a little painful to see this; the passionate look, the small smile that grew on his face. Why did he have to pay so much attention to this Mary? That damn woman only sends letters to Arthur when she needs help.

"I think tomorrow I'll send her another letter. What do you think?" he asks, looking down at his body lying on the sleeping bag beside him.