"Hey, Samantha, look what I found,"

"What cha' find, Max?"

"I found these in the wine cellar underneath the stairs,"

"Letters?"

"Yeah, they look really old too,"

"Damn, it's like I'm holding puddy in my hands!"

"I think some of them got damaged by a barrel that busted, or the cellar got flooded at some point,"

"I kinda wanna read them. Think they got anything we could use for our school report?"

"You mean to tell me we broke into this place so you could get material for a school report?"

"Well, duh!"

"Sam, I nearly got eaten alive by the thorns and barbed wires, you're telling me I ripped my good pants for a stupid report?"

"Well, you shouldn't have worn good pants then. C'mon, let's read them! Hey, Andrew! Come down to the lower levels stairs, I found something!"

"I found something,"

"Hm? Yeah, that's what I said, isn't it?"

"Whatever, just- go."

  
   
   
 
"They don't have any dates on them,"

"Yeah, which is making me believe these aren't just boring business letters. Almost like letters from close friends or relatives,"

"Well, since there isn't any dates, we'll just have to unscramble them. Samantha, you read these, Max, you read these, and I'll do these,"

"Sure!"

"Okay,"

"I'll go first. My dear friend William,"