It had been a very long day. It was nearly midnight when Dr. Peter Alcott sat down to write the letter.  His receptionist had been more than surprised when Mary and Rebecca showed up at the office during lunch.  This Just Wasn't Done. The poor woman immediately assumed the worst, and was already in the process of clearing his afternoon schedule when Mary hastily explained what was really wanted. Peter got a kick out of that and the fact that tunnel dwellers always seemed to travel in twos, like underground Girl Scouts on the Buddy System.

   He poured himself a brandy and let his mind snake down to the world Below and travel back through the years.  He let himself see the bad and the good with equal clarity. No matter how one looked at it, there was a hell of lot more good.  How many people could say that about a place?

   Peter picked up his pen and slowly began to write.  Alone in his library, no one could see the gentle, ironic smile. It was like he had always known they’d be together.