Atama closed the door of his office and teleported to his table. He slammed the paper in his hand on the table and took a seat. He pushed the ink on the side of his table, it crashed on the floor and spoiled the beautiful white floor.
Atama flipped open the newspaper and took out a letter that was stuck in between the pages. The sender's name was missing, but Atama knew who had sent him the letter.
He read the letter, and when he was done, he sighed. Atama leaned over his table and grabbed his white hair. What is his deal? He asked himself. Why does he keep sending me the letters?
He removed his glasses and looked at the wall on the right side. He imagined the blue and black wand sitting in a compartment waiting to be used. But he was not going to use it.
Hiro… you would have told me what to do. And so would have Kaori.