“Are you done now finally? Geez, are you writing a whole essay just in the first letter? You’re going to bore the person asleep right away, whoever receives it. IF someone receives it,” Silda said with a shake of her head before standing up. She stretched and walked over to the desk where K was sitting, glancing over the paper. “Your handwriting is atrocious. Whatever, I gotta go get some more rock samples, see ya later,” Silda said with a nudge and a wave before teleporting out of the flat. 

“See ya,” Kian mumbled to himself as he grabbed the stack of papers, looking over them with his brows slightly furrowed. “It’s not that bad, I can see what I wrote,” Kian huffed and reached for a brown paper envelope, shoving the pages inside haphazardly. He looked inside of the envelope before shaking his head, pulling the papers out, neatly arranging them and folding them in half before putting them back in, much more gentle this time around. As if the papers were the most precious treasure he could give to someone. “I hope this arrives safely, and in the right hands,” Kian said before going to seal it, though was interrupted as his brother appeared in the hallway. “Don’t you ever knock?” He said with a smirk. Michael rolled his eyes and walked over to his brother.

“Will you ever stop making parallel universe 892 references?” Michael said and sat down on the arm of the couch. Kian chuckled.

“Probably not. Especially not since I’m trying to communicate with them now,” he said and waved to the envelope on his desk. Michael sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair.

“Really? You haven’t let that go yet? It’s a bad idea. Our whole team thinks so, the ones that know at least. If the ones knew that shouldn’t know, you wouldn’t even have a job anymore,” Michael huffed and grabbed the envelope, taking a peek inside. “What did you write anyway? There’s a lot in there. It can’t be your life story or precious achievements, we both know you don’t have a lot of those,” Michael grinned and chuckled to himself. Kian rolled his eyes.

“Gimme that, you’re making the contents all smushed,” he huffed and pulled the envelope back from his brother’s grabby hands. “It doesn’t matter what I wrote. It wasn’t anything that important. Just everyday life stuff. Things someone might find interesting that lives in good old 892. I didn’t tell them any government secrets, I promise,” Kian said with a wink, making his brother roll his eyes this time instead.

“I truly hope you’re telling me the truth, Kian,” Michael said gripped his knees tightly with his hands, accompanied by a loud sigh. “Alright, I better get back to work. I’ll see you at the greenhouse then?” Michael hummed before getting to his feet. Kian nodded as he fiddled with making sure the contents of the letter were nicely in order again.

“Yeah, greenhouse, the green lab, see ya there,” Kian replied absentmindedly before watching his brother teleport out of the apartment. He looked back at the letter, gently peeling off the area which had the sticky glue on it for sealing. He went slowly, making sure the envelope was completely sealed from side to side, no creases.

He closed his eyes for a moment, not sure if he was making a wish or sending a prayer for the letter to arrive safely. It didn’t really matter which one, anything helped, and he smiled once again at the thought of an 892 inhabitant reading what he had just composed