Dear Sessrumnir,


For awhile after he wrote that, Lorne stared at the paper with his lips pursed, struggling for the words to follow. He barely knew Sessrumnir, so a 'hey, long time no see' seemed a little casual, but... what was he supposed to do then? It didn't seem much better to just cut to the chase, especially when he'd been missing in action for so long. There was no way of telling what state Destiny City might be in by now. Sessrumnir might not even remember him.

He took another long breath; none of that mattered right now. Just get the damn letter out and stop stalling already, he told himself as he lowered the pen to the paper again.

I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Mont Blonc, Page of Saturn. We met briefly before. I'm sorry to contact you out of the blue like this, but I didn't know who else to ask.


Honestly was the best policy.

You seeemed to know what you were talking about back then, so I hope you don't mind that I'm turning to you for help now.


A little flattery never hurt either. He hoped. It wasn't like he was lying.

My family moved to France after my grandfather died, and that's where I've been since. I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long. I meant to come back sooner, but -- life has a way of getting in the way.

I want to come back to Destiny City. But to make a longer story short, my family's staying here, and they're really nervous about letting me come back alone. (To be honest, so am I.) So I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing me a favor, if it's not too much trouble.

Do you know if anyone from the Order might be looking for a roommate


He was talking too much. It was too long, too much narration, too annoying. He winced at how it probably sounded, a letter like this coming out of nowhere. But he had to finish what he'd started if anything was going to change.

Again, I'm so sorry to bother you like this. Feel free to ignore this letter, I know how random it must seem. But if you know anyone, or if you wouldn't mind asking around, please let me know. Thank you so much.

Sincerely,
Mont Blonc


He winced, and after it was went, Lorne buried his face in his hands and tried to digest the anxious lump in the pit of his stomach. But for better or worse, what was done was done.

Guine