Dear Leia,

         Spring has finally arrived and Mrs. Bentley has started this years annual cleaning. She stumbled upon an old journal that I believe belonged to him at some point in history. It had some rather interesting entrees and many of them were quit revealing.

           Apparently he lived on an island somewhere in the Pacific. He was a worrier and a good one too if I mistaken but I am not quite sure because it is rather difficult to decipher the writing. He also had a brother but he was killed or dead by the time the journal was written in any case he loved him very much.

            Do not be angry at me but I had some men sent to your home to check on you because I was concerned, so I know you are depressed. Go to him, Leia. He knows what is like to lose some one important. I know that our little secret will be starting to show itself by now and it won't be much of a secret much longer. Someone will figure it out soon enough and he will find out then probably kill the poor fellow who ends up letting it slip to him. He needs to hear it from you, he deserves that much at the very least.



           Sincerely your friend
                    Dr.P



           P.S. eat something; it is more than just yourself that you are taking care of now