[Letter: Daniel/Claire]
[Daniel's letters are written by hand, in black ink. He has adapted to modern writing utensils and stationary, but his handwriting is too personal to mistake. The lines grow thin in strange places as he applies pressure where a different sort of pen would embolden the line, and all has a lean for a right-handed man.]
Dear Claire,
I am home, but I am not home, since Misha has made a second home for me here. I practice going outside of it, so Mimi is here as well, and it looks and smells and feels just like home. It is most peculiar, I feel all my friends very near to me, and I am reassured, even when I step out, until I must practice going very far indeed. I am reminded of a time the city took me on a train, and I despised it. When I was young, I did enjoy traveling by rail, once it crossed and re-crossed Europe. I found all the rattling most soothing. I digress--as for informing you, well, I did not make the decision that slowly. One most charge on! I feared that if I consulted too much I would never do the thing.
I am surprised you mention the thing at all. I had envisioned skulking about the ruins at a dark secret meeting. Think you your former paramour will hear that the Bellatora has some other consort?
I do not know if I will be home for music. I say this not lightly, as you know how much I adore a show and would most like to see you cross the boards.
[On a center line.] Men of few words are the best men.
I remain yours, &c &c.
[A flourishing signature, in which the D and the W are visible amongst the smaller squiggles and the concluding, "Lord Everly", of which only the E matches the size of the D on the line.]