One day, as you come home from work, you find Asha sitting in the living room with a determined look on her face. She's holding what appears to be a half-finished letter in her lap.

"What are you doing?" you ask cautiously.

She looks up at you, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm writing a letter," she says simply. "A very important one."

You sit down on the couch next to her and study her face for a moment. There's something different about her today, something...almost hopeful. Curiosity gets the better of you, so you ask, "To who?"

She hesitates before answering, "To someone I used to know...a friend from long ago." Her voice trails off and she looks away, as if lost in thought. After a moment's silence, she continues, "I guess I just wanted to see if they were still out there...