Dear Miss Holbrook, 

While I imagine you may have many questions for me, I am loathed to tell you that I cannot answer them now. Our discussions will have to wait until we are face to face, this I can promise will occur in due time. I am well aware of your curious case and am devoting much of my time and research to a possible solution. I am intrigued by rarities, of which you are, without contest, queen. To walk through a fire as you did and not feel that hellish heat is a miracle, or perhaps a misfortune, that I cannot begin to grasp. But you did. It is important, at this time, to address the fact that I do not believe, nor have I ever, you began the house fire which took the lives of your dear parents and sister. Since we are soon to meet, I believed it time to introduce myself to you directly. I hope my own words will outshine any and all others you may have heard regarding me. As you may know, I have just become the chief medical examiner at the London Hospital. It is my job to investigate oddities. I have looked after everything from extra limbs to extreme psychotic breaks. I have seen the truly mad, the ones who no longer know who or what they are. After deep study of your file and subsequent materials concerning the demise of those closest to you, I no longer doubt your sanity. My dear Miss Holbrook, I do not believe you are mad. But, alas, more than my opinion is at play here. I suppose we shall see over time if my opinion holds true. I hope that we might continue this conversation in person, perhaps over iced tea.

Awaiting our meeting,