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Cheri took the envelope from the hooded man and thanked him before turning it over in her hands. It had her name on it, with no return address, but it looked a century old!
When she looked up to ask the hooded man how he'd come by it, he was gone.
With nothing else to do, Cheri carefully opened it, finger easily tearing the aged paper.
Inside, there was a single sheet of paper: a letter written in Cheri's own handwriting.
She read it once, twice, and then just stared.
'Just want to say hi and tell you not to give up on that time machine!'
