((OOC: Kidd's Letter to his Mother, Part VI))
Dear Mum,
I don't know if this letter will reach you or not, but if it does don't let Mr. Waller read it. I think he's been nosing in your mail. You really should keep a closer eye on the tenants you let stay in the house.
I guess this is kind of a stupid letter. Actually, it's definitely a stupid letter. Why do I bother writting if you're probably not even going to read it? I guess it makes me feel better. Besides, if it ever falls into the wrong hands, it's not like I'm writing anything significant that directly relates to any ongoing cases, and I can always deny writing it. It just kind of makes me feel better, you know?
I'm not sure what I should do. I really, really would like to scrounge together some clues about your whereabouts--why didn't you leave me anything?! A trail! A message! A hint! Anything! It's one thing to put on a dramatic presentation about a duck doing yoga of course, I'd have never done so if I hadn't found a pulse when I checked the body, since no one's life is really at stake, but I can't tell if that's for certain this time. None of my cases have been really serious serious. It makes me feel smarter? more observant? more important? better to dramatize what little mysterious excitement I get, but I would be happier knowing you were safe.
Then there's the smaller cases I've been working on. The mystery about the spiked drinks doesn't really bother me too much, and I don't think there's anything threatening behind it, which is why I've left the responsibility up to the SDIS--or what's left of it, anyhow. I had my doubts, but since I know it's not a dangerous case leaving it to them doesn't make me feel guilty. It's not the first time Budehuc's experienced troubles with spiked drinks and drugs of the sort, so I don't think there's a specific culprit to target. Hopefully the new case will keep the SDIS busy and possibly even reorganize them. I kind of miss having rivals, especially with Arthur gone.
Furthermore, Tai Ho's case is a hopeless one. I figure it'd be best to leave the residents in speculation about his sanity, and no one will get hurt. Geddoe's strange drink looks to be an isolated dead end too. Besides, I don't think it'd be a very nice gesture to try interviewing Sharon for facts while she's sick. That's pretty low.
I was going to write to you about the pseudo-Valentine's Day party before I found out you were gone. I was going to tell you how stupid it was, how ridiculous the pairings were, how Nina completely disregarded the request form she had people fill out when making those pairings, how Borus is a stupid drunken excuse for a member of the Mighty Six of the Zexen Knights, how I really hate Jeremy and I'm not entirely sure why, how Mitsuba's not an entirely violent person when you get to talk to her, how Eugene was nowhere in sight and I was alone, how the floating mass of toe jam and coagulated cheese known as Eduardo ruined one of my bow ties, how I got thrown across the room as a human torpedo and bled for a good portion of the party, and how it was just not very fun at all. My butterfly collection keeps me better company, Mum.
Eugene's going to be training with Juan in the mountains for a while. Part of me kind of wishes to tag along--not because of the training, since I think I'm finally accepting that I'll never be a real fighter, but at this time of year the plants in the mountains are starting to bloom, and I might catch sight of the rare Challengarius caterpillar--you know how fantastic the spots are on those, and they're really not too common around the plains area. But I don't think it'd be right of me to impose, so I'll stick around and wait for him to return.
I hope you're safe, Mum. I got to speak with Dad for a bit when I went looking for you. He's worried too. I wish they'd let him out to help me look for you, but he'll draw you something nice instead.
Be careful.
♥
--Kidd