"Have you ever wondered why it is that the seas are so violent during a storm? Or why it is that so many men and women have lost their lives to such a turbulent grave? I don't, we, as man were meant to understand these questions and many more. But who said men and women couldn't evolve into smarter and more intellectual beings?" Mercy thought aloud, as she looked around the room that had become her own personal prison.

She could not leave that room, or else something horrible would happen to her. And even though she had no idea what could possibly be so much worse, she chose to stay put. Even with a calendar on her wall, a computer with internet on her desk, and a television with cable, she still had little way to tell what or when she was.

She slowly sat down at her computer and absently drummed her fingers on the desk, trying fervently to discern what she should research next. She had long since run out of interesting topics to research, and she had little interest in politics. Even though her family had a long line of politicians in it, she could've cared less if they danced on the moon in their underwear.

Finally she decided to open a writing tool and started typing:

'Dear reader,

If you are reading this, then you must be very bored or lonely. Due to the fact that I have no one else to talk to, you will have to suffice. I do not know your name, how old you are, or even where you are. Nevertheless I hope this letter finds you well, and not to terribly lonely.

Not much has happened since I was locked in here, so very long ago... at least that's how it feels. I cannot tell you the date or even the year, but I do know that without windows one grows accustomed to the dark and all its evils. I'll explain that later, or perhaps I won't.

My name is Mercy Radinston, and I have no idea how old I am. I was locked away in a windowless room because I am different, special as the people who locked me away said. I was twelve when they locked me up, and I have not seen another soul since then, except sometimes at night (rather whenever I go to sleep) I see shapes that remind me of people. They always appear to be studying and watching me intently. I don't know why, since I don't even know what's so special about me.

Pretty strange, aren't I? Well, if you have a way you can answer me back, I'd love to have someone to talk to.

Sincerely, Mercy'

Having finished her bizarre letter, she saved it in a new file labeled, Letters. Knowing full well she'd never receive a response, she turned off her computer and proceeded to get ready for bed.

That night, her computer suddenly chirped to life startling her awake. She swiftly got up and almost ran to her computer, completely confused as to why her computer was on. When she sat down at her computer, there was a writing document on her screen open and slowly but surely, words started to form sentences on her screen.

'Dear Mercy,

I received your letter, and am very glad to finally hear from you after all these years...'