Letters From The Past to Johnny
March 15, 1923
Johnny,
I miss you so much. I'm still convinced you'll find a way to get me and Wyatt home.
We met someone named Rick and he helped Wyatt and I get a place to stay and clothing so we fit in. I think you'd like the clothing I'm wearing now and I'll see if we can find something like this when I'm back home.
God, I hope you're okay and haven't done anything too crazy and the angels haven't gotten you.
We'll be home, soon, love, and you can chew me out thoroughly when I'm home and in our room again.
I love you, Johnny.
Love,
Savannah
There was a letter that was written every week in the same handwriting. The final letter was dated October 8, 1964.
October 8, 1964
Johnny,
Today is my birthday... and I'm still missing you.
I'm told that I don't look anything like I should look for my age and I guess that's supposed to be a compliment. I don't know and I stopped caring a long time ago.
It's been forty-one years since the angels sent me and Wyatt into the past and I guess that you've moved on after Fandom. You're probably in New York and have made a seriously awesome hero. I always knew you'd make a spectacular super hero and save a lot of people.
I don't know why I still write to you after all of this time. I guess some part of me hopes that you'll get them and know that I never forgot about you or stopped loving you.
Or maybe I am just a glutton for punishment in hoping that somehow this will all change and I'll see you again.
I hope you have had a good life, Johnny. I am so sorry that all of this happened and that I never got to see you again... or show you how much you mean to me. I said it before and I'll say it again. You are and were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Wyatt and I have stuck together. We've been okay, but he misses Isabel as much as I miss you. We've traveled around a bit, taking care of evil and kicking ass. We've done our best to be careful and only use our powers enough to make our lives relatively easy... and to keep our skills up. We keep trying to find our way back home... but after all of this time, I wonder if it's even worth the hope any longer. (But hurting evil creatures and people has helped to work out my anger and frustration at times when I'm overwhelmed by missing you.)
Everything I have loved or has been important to me is gone. I have been trying to get home for the past quarter of a century and nothing has happened. Nothing has changed...
...and yet I have still written you week after week.
I never stopped loving you, Johnny, and I hope you know that and have a good life.
I miss you, sweetheart, and I love you.
Be happy, Johnny. I sincerely hope you are happy.
Love Always,
Savannah
This is the last letter to ever arrive from Savannah. A month later, an envelope arrives for Johnny and all that is in it is a newspaper article detailing the death of a young woman known only as "Savannah" who had fought off something that no one could identify and saved a group of kids. Scrawled at the bottom of the article was the following note:
I'm sorry I couldn't save her. She knew this might be the cost, but she was willing to take the risk to save the children. She died a hero. -- W
[[OOC: Obviously, any letter written after the 17th of March will disappear because of the time line divergence and will not be remembered. The first letter is written before the divergence and before people go into stasis]]