Foster Freedom, we should meet. I need assistance.

-Stones

The sad, lonely little letter gathers dust in it's counter. It seems fate would have this one prideful, hard working young letter deliver a message to someone who is either dead or simply not seen in the place it was delivered anymore or - who knows - who has met some other sort of dreadful fate. Alas, the letter will never knows as it's eyes and message remain sealed forever on.