After a long day of doing nothing, as usual, Mikey made his way into the common room for some time to himself. He still hadn't worked out what to write to Maria. And time was passing by quickly. The more he thought about it the more he missed her. She was over in Italy wishing she could see him and he was in England doing nothing but worry. What Ad had told him shook him. Maria was sick, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even think of what to write to her. In his mind, that was bad.

Once he had reached the sofa, he reached into his bag and took out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill before sitting down and thinking about what to write. His mind was still blank. All he could think of was saying how much he missed her and how much he wished she were there. She was about all he really had to hang on to. His parents weren't there to help him out, were they! And he sure couldn't rely on them for the rest of his life. He was just a fourteen year old in love, missing several people and constantly side-tracked because of it.

After finally thinking of what to write, Mikey penned it down on the parchment. After a few minutes, he had a complete letter. Now to get Ad to send it with her own letter to Maria. Any other way would be a catastrophe. Maria wouldn't be allowed it if she knew it was from him. To Mikey, that was the worst thing anyone could ever have on them.