After taking his nightly walk through Mycopolis, James stops to chat briefly with Yutziloid Sano, asking him to hold a letter for Pastoral Shaunter. It reads as follows:

My Dearest Friend,

Time passses too swiftly since last we spoke. You have bewildered me with your sweetness, and charmed me with your purity. I do not know what may lie ahead, only what was behind- a vast and terrible wilderness without the blossoming of a rose. Think of me, sometimes, when mountains and oceans divide us, --though they never will, unless you wish it.

James

James,

Your words are a lure like pollen to the bee. let us speak again then, for I am never close minded when the very teachings of Chauntea are in play. The Great Mother's ears are always opened as are her servants. I wish to shower you with her motherly warmth and knowledge, for these things sooth even the most wild and restless of us. Whatever your past is you should take comfort in the fact you have a future ahead. Your interest in how one can better from a tended land warmed me. We shall speak again, worry not.

May She who shapes all bless you as deserved.

Until we meet again.

Greta.