To: Regan Wyngarde P.O. Box 2001 North Salem, NY 10560
May 28, 2010
Regan,
Forgive the lateness. Things here have been awful. First the hurricane, and then the humans attacked us. Father was hurt, and if it weren't for those that came to help us I fear Genosha would have been taken.
I miss you more than ever. I'm afraid for father, and I'm afraid for the country. I'm afraid for the world right now, really. How are things there? I wish I could be there to help you.
As to your last letter, I met Stark, someone on Father's orders. It was stupid now that I think about it. He hit me, and I blew up his hotel. Not my finest moment.