Hypatia,
I am off to see the depths of the world tomorrow, and I cannot tell if I will see any of it the day after.
Would that she were here. The vision, all that time ago, was well made.
Would that she were here, too. But this is what we have.
Come, you, wearing that face.
That's my request. I don't understand it better than you.
Mae
[The letter is received. The letter is read. The letter is folded and tucked away.]