Viola sat on her bed, knees drawn up to provide support for her makeshift writing table. Her pen scratched at the paper, trying to draw sense from the events of the evening and, indeed, the turn her life had taken in general, to express them in the way that made most sense to her, even if it wasn't rational.


My dear love,

I think of you every moment, and I have faith that my words will find you.

She sighed and looked at the words she'd written. Did she really believe them? She honestly didn't know.

I've quit the WASP. (You can wipe that knowing smile off your face now.) I've just given up hope that they will ever let us do anything more meaningful than deliver planes into the hands of the boys, who, by the way, are afraid that we'll steal their jobs out from under them--a justified fear if there ever was one, seeing how well the women are doing.

So I've quit and applied elsewhere, where I'm hoping I can do more, and move more...

Something that will help me find you.

... So far, the whole idea of it seems far-fetched, but I'm going to wait before I discount it completely as the commanding officer seemed sincere. He also seemed sincere about the fact that I officially do not exist anymore, or rather, that I've gone MIA. I suppose that it helps their mission, but that's not going to stop me from being found when I need to be. You should know that.

We go tomorrow to investigate a rumor about an unidentifiable creature that they believe Hitler has conjured up; wouldn't put it past that midget bastard to sell his soul to the devil, if he hasn't done so already. I'm not sure whether I prefer the idea of finding it or not finding it. I'll get back to you on that.

That reminds me. I should get some sleep. Wouldn't do to run around looking for beasts in a half-asleep state. What would the monster say?

I close this with every bit of love that this letter can stand to hold, and then a little bit more.

Yours, ever and always,
Viola

Sighing, she put her pen down; then, slowly, meditatively, she folded the letter in three, and laid it on top of a stack of similarly folded letters in a box beside her.