Gate of Friendship

"Hey, you girls still gonna help take the branches down before the big storm hits?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"Sure am. What about you Rarity?" Applejack asked.

"Of course I will,” Rarity replied.

What's this, a big storm? Two episodes in a day? Interes-- wait, if I have the spare bed then... No way am I sharing a bed with Rarity and Applejack. Forget that, I'd rather sleep on the floor or one of the branches. What to do before the literal storm and the mental one? Hmmm. This could be a really bad idea, but it just might work.

I walked downstairs and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Twilight asked.

"I’m going to stroll around the town,” I answered.

"OK. Be sure to be back here soon, I hear there's going to be a storm. And don't get yourself into any trouble.”

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

I closed the door behind me and walked into town.

If my theory is correct, which they usually aren't, she should be right--

A gray pegasus with blond hair landed in front of me. She had a bag with a muffin button on it as a saddle pack. As soon as I saw her gold eyes cross, I knew what was to come.

"Delivery," Derpy said.

Here and on time.

She reached into her bag, pulled out a letter, and gave it to me. When I checked to see who it was addressed to I quickly noticed the words were in hieroglyphs. Derpy saluted and flew away to her next delivery. Feeling someone’s presence, I turned around and saw Lyra just standing there, watching me.

Lyra, I don’t know how long you’ve been there, but perhaps it’s time to let things come to an end.

I walked up to her and crouched to her level.

"Hello, Lyra," I greeted with a stern face.

"Trevor," Lyra replied, mirroring my expression.

"I'm surprised you know my name already. Did you get that info from Rarity too?"

"I heard it while you and your friends were walking through town."

"How are things with you and Bon Bon?"

"Pretty good, thanks for asking."

"Finally moved to sleeping in the same bed?"

"Are you saying that--?"

"Indeed I am."

"I'll have you know that I'm attracted to stallions, not mares."

"A lot of people, and ponies, would disagree."

"Says you."

"Says many."

"I don't have time for your lies."

"Then here's a question. Why do you keep following me?" I asked, losing the stern face.

"Why did you leave when I wanted to ask you questions?"

"Because you were threatening me with a weapon."

"Because you broke into my house."

"After you were stalking me."

“Because I was curious!”

Her words struck me. Being a man of many curiosities, even before coming to Equestria, I could sympathize with her reasoning. I sighed in frustration at myself.

"Why won't you just answer my questions?" Lyra asked, a touch of sadness in her tone.

"How about I answer your questions now? I don’t have anywhere to go until the storm hits,” I replied.

Her face lit up with joy and surprise like a beacon.

"Really?”

I crossed my heart with my right pointer finger as a response.

"Well let’s start from the beginning, how did you get here in the first place?” Lyra asked.

“Princess Celestia brought me," I answered.

"Why?"

"She hasn't told me."

"Have you tried to get home?"

"Yes."

"Have you asked Princess Celestia for help?"

"I refer to my previous statement."

"And?"

"Me still being here should help with that answer.”

"Why?"

"I don't know."

'Cause she's a troll, that's why.

"You've seen my notes. How accurate are they?"

"They're surprisingly accurate. A few hiccups here and there, but they're good for the most part."

"Good. I've been studying for a long time now."

I looked to the sky, somewhat hoping the storm would draw very near, but there was no sign of hope there. It’s not that I hated answering her questions, but it just seemed to feel tedious really quickly.

"I’m not even close to being done, by the way," Lyra informed.

Of course you knew what I was looking for and why.

“But don’t worry, I think I have enough questions answered right now."

Thank you.

"Guess I'll see you later than," I said.

"Yes, you will."

I heard thunder as I stood back up and started to walk back to Twilight’s house. I looked at the letter again to see for some reason it would tell me who it was addressed in a language I understood, but nothing had changed.

Maybe Twilight can read this. That or--

"Excuse me, sir," A male voice said behind me.

As soon as those words were spoken, the hair on my neck stood up, a shiver went up my spine, and I felt a disturbance around the area I was in. I knew that only one person could do such a thing like that. Turning around, I saw that my guess was correct. Doctor Whooves stood a few feet behind me, looking at me.

"Yes, you,” he confirmed.

This is one of the last thing I wanted to happen. I haven't even watched Doctor Who.

"Vhat do you want?"

"You wanted someone to translate that letter you received from my friend, Derpy. Right?"

"Indeed."

"Well, I'll be happy to translate for you."

Nice guy.

I showed the letter to him.

"This is addressed to Trevor."

"It's for me then. Thanks for the assistance."

"No problem. Good luck keeping your wits about you."

"Thanks."

I continued on my way to Twilight’s.

So Derpy did her job correctly. That or Whooves is an even bigger troll than Celestia. Either way, I gots me a letter!

I continued my way towards Twilight's. When I got to the door step I heard the thunder roar again.

Let the mind games begin

I opened the door, went in, and closed the door behind.

"I'm back," I greeted.

"Oh good. I need your help," Twilight said.

"With what?"

"I need you to tell me. What do you think of Fluttershy?"

"What do you mean?"

I can see all the roads where this is headed. And it's not gonna be fun.

"What do you think of her?"

"If this about the dragon thing than the answer is no. I don't like her like that."

"Why? You obviously seem to care for her more than the rest of us."

"The answer should be simple. I'm human, she's a pony. It wouldn't work."

"Why not? Spike loves Rarity."

"But does Rarity love him back?"

"Well... I don't know."

"Exactly. So unless she turns into a human or I get turned into a pony. There shall be no love."

"I see," Twilight said disappointingly.

"I'm sorry if the answer you got was not the one you were hoping for."

"No, it's okay. Just forget that I said anything."

I mentally sighed.

Twilight, why do you do this to us?

"I know you're trying to help me with this new reality, and I thank you for that. But love and a few other things are beyond your help."

"What else?" Twilight asked, tears forming in her eyes.

Death. A force which no mortal can control.

I pretended like I was thinking of other things and failing at it.

"I guess love is the only thing," I lied.

"Well that's good."

A few tears escape from her, but a smile still grew on her face. I heard the sound of thunder again and saw the rain coming down.

"Good thing you got here when you did."

"Heh. Rain hasn't beaten me yet."

Twilight looked outside and quickly opened the door.

"Applejack! Rarity! Applejack! Rarity! Come inside girls. Quick!"

I heard Applejack and Rarity run towards the house. Rarity ran in but Applejack stopped at the door way.

"Whoa nelly. Is being in a tree really the best place to be during a lightning storm?" Applejack asked.

"It is if you have a magical lighting rod like I do. Come on in."

"We are most grateful for your invitation," Rarity thanked.

"Thank ya kindly for your hospitality," Applejack said.

Applejack started to walk in, tracking mud with each step, and Rarity stopped her and pointed at her hooves.

"Uh, do, please, be a polite house guest and washen up. Won't you?"

Applejack muttered something, the only words I heard were, “can't be held responsible for what I'm gonna do."

I can't be held responsible for what I'm gonna do to you. What did I do? One. Ah, give me a break. Two! Fine.

"Some storm, huh? The pegasus have really out done themselves this time. I hope you and Applejack don't have any trouble getting home," Twilight said.

"It may indeed be a problem,” Rarity replied.

"Well you're welcome to stay here if need be. Spike is in Canterlot on royal business. It's just me and Trevor."

Why didn’t you tell me he was going away on business? And how did I notice!?

I gave a little wave to Rarity, which she didn't see. Twilight gasped.

"You and Applejack should totally sleep over. We'll have a slumber party. I've always wanted one of those."

What am I than? Well I'm an insane, video game playing, otaku. I guess that's what I am.

"Oh, goodness. I, uh, have another engagement scheduled for this evening, that completely slipped my mind until just now."

Rarity then began to fake a laugh.

"Oh, I can't possibly stay here. All night, with Applejack."

And the insano. You forgot the insano.

Twilight went over to one of the shelves and levitated a book with two pillows for the cover. She lowered it down to her height, opened it, and showed Rarity.

"Slumber Parties 101. All you wanted to know about slumber parties that you were afraid to ask," Rarity read aloud.

"My own personal copy. It's a fantastic reference guide, you should see the table of contents. I've been waiting for a chance to use this, and today's the day. This is going to be so great," Twilight said, beaming with joy.

"That's, uh, great. Ha ha ha."

Applejack was still outside, working on using the hose to get her hooves clean and failing at it. Twilight brought the book to herself and started reading.

"It's says that the first step to a sleep over is makeovers."

She levitated a makeover kit, first getting out the face cream, and started putting it on Rarity's face.

"You want to join us, Trevor?" Twilight asked.

"No thanks. I'm not into makeovers," I replied.

"Oh but you must. It'll help your complexion. It might even get rid of those gray bags under your eyes," Rarity said.

"That's sleep deprivation, not complexion. I don't think anyway. But still, I refuse--"

It was too late. Both Rarity and Twilight started to put the face cream on my face. The only thing I knew what to do with face cream is not to move your face, so I tried to do as such.

Might as well play along. It'll certainly make Twilight happy.

They spread it along my face, making sure not to get it in my beard. Applejack came in with her hooves sparkling. She looked at Rarity, who was starting to put the face cream on Twilight.

"What in tarnation?" Applejack asked.

Rarity and Twilight turned towards Applejack.

"Now wait just a gall-darn minute. You made me wash the mud off my hooves. But it's OK if y'all have mud on your faces?" Applejack asked in an almost spiteful tone.

"Silly. This is a mud mask. It'll refresh and rejuvenate your complexion," Rarity informed.

"Some of us were forced," I commented.

"Oh, don't act like you don't love it."

"We're giving each other makeovers," Twilight squealed.

"We have to. It says so in the book."

Twilight levitated the open book over to Applejack.

"Slumber 101. Everything you…" Applejack began to read.

She stopped herself as soon as she read the rest of the title and realized exactly what was going on.

"Oh hey, would you look at the time. I gotta skedaddle. I'm powerful late for, uh, something. Goodnight," Applejack pardoned.

Applejack ran out the door. I snapped my fingers and a bolt lightning struck nearby.

Even Thor obeys me.

Applejack ran back inside with the same speed she left with.

"Or maybe I'll stay here for a spell."

"Hooray! Slumber party," Twilight said.

Rarity than proceeded to put the face cream on Applejack.

"Bleh,” she groaned.

Rarity put two pieces of sliced cucumber on Applejack's eyes.

"What in the world is this for?"

"Ugh. To reduce the puffiness around one’s eyes, of course," Rarity said.

"Puffiness, schmuffiness."

Applejack used her tongue to eat both pieces of the cucumber.

"That's good eatin'," she added.

"Heh heh. Isn't this exciting? We'll do everything by the book, and that will make my slumber party officially fun," Twilight said.

"Did you hear that Applejack? You certainly wouldn't want to do anything that would ruin Twilight's very first slumber party, would you?" Rarity asked.

"Of course not. And you wouldn't either I reckon,” Applejack assumed.

"So do we have an agreement?"

"You betcha."

Applejack spat on her front right hoof and stuck it out at Rarity, waiting to receive a hoof-shake of agreement.

"Ugh, gross. You know there's messy, and just plain rude."

They got up in each other’s faces.

"You know. There's fussy and just plain gettin' on my nerves."

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

"Fortunately, I can get along with any pony no matter how difficult she may be."

"Oh yeah? Well I'm the most get along-iest pony you're ever gonna meet."

"That's not even a real word."

"This is going to be the bestest slumber party ever. Yay!" Twilight cheered.

She went in between the two ponies and put her hooves around their necks for a group hug.

"Yay," Applejack and Rarity said flatly.

"Hoorah," I cheered.

Soon, we removed the mud masks and the girls continued their makeovers by doing each other’s hair. They asked if I wanted to join, but my response was, “No. Don't you even dare touch my hair."

They accepted my refusal and continued by themselves.

"So. How are you getting along over there, Applejack?" Rarity asked.

"Just fine, Rarity."

They had their tails and manes in those comb things. To this day I still don't know what they're called, nor do I care enough to find out.

"This is so awesome. Heh heh heh," Twilight said.

She levitated the book to herself with a quill nearby.

"Make overs, check."

She used her magic to get rid of the combs and return their hair back to normal, even teleporting Applejack's hat back on her head.

"Oooh. It says here we have to tell ghost stories. Who wants to go first?"

"I'll do it," I said.

As I walked over to the girls, a bolt of lightning struck and shut off the lights. Luckily, Twilight summoned a lantern filled with three fireflies inside

"His name was Sam. When he died, he entered the gates of Hell without fear and spoke with the king of all evil. They made a deal. He returned to Equestria with a task. He had to kill 665 ponies before he died. If he did so he would become an eternal prince in Hell with a legion at his command, and of course he was very delighted. There was one condition though; he couldn't kill random ponies."

Lightning struck again.

"There was a trigger. If they hear one simple incantation involving his name, they are eligible to become his target. He managed to make his job easier by putting a spell in a book. A famous one, so that many ponies would hear it. He was very clever indeed. So after you hear the deadly sentence, he will know you. And, when you least expect it, you'll see his shadow in the corner of your eyes. And when you turn your head to see what that was, it'll be too late. He is waiting for his name to be heard again. I Am Sam. Sam I Am."

The lights came back on after I was done.

"Oooh. Creepy," Twilight said.

The girls didn't really find the story scary.

Then again not many people do get scared of that old story. Perhaps I should have told them The Grudge story. That would've scared them. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t.

"I have one," Applejack announced, "I'd like to tell y'all about the terrifying tale of the prissy ghost who drove everyone crazy with her unnecessary neatness. Oo-o-oh. I'm sure y'all are familiar with that one."

Low blow, Applejack.

"Never heard of it. I have a much better one. It's the horrifying story of the messy inconsiderate ghost, who irritated every pony within a hundred miles. Oo-o-oh,” Rarity flatly told.

Ooh, more shots fired from Rarity.

"That's not a real story. You made it up," Applejack retorted.

"It is a ghost story. They're all made up."

"Mine wasn't. Actually yes it was, continue," I commented.

Lightning struck and the power went off again.

"I have one. This story is called ‘The Legend of the Headless Horse,’" Twilight said.

Man; ‘Legend of the Four Horsemen’ or ‘Legend of the Headless Horseman.’ Doesn't matter to me.

"It was a dark and stormy night, just like this one. And three ponies were having a slumber party. Just. Like. This one."

Twilight told us how the headless horse was the princesses entertainer till he offender her and had him executed. His spirit refused to leave his body so he could never die, and haunted three ponies. He cut off two of their heads, wore them, and threw their bodies in the river.

"And just when the last pony thought she was safe. There, standing right behind her, just inches away was… the headless horse!”

She quickly put a cloth over her head and scared Rarity and Applejack, causing them to hug each other and scream. I smiled a bit and chuckled to myself. The lights turned back on and Twilight went to her slumber party book with quill next to it.

"Ghost stories, check."

The two realized that they were hugging each other and backed off.

Don't act like you two didn't like it.

I couldn’t help but to smile at my own terrible joke.

"Now. Who wants smores?"

"I'll be cursed if I don't," I said.

Rarity and Applejack agreed to make smores, we put some wood into Twilight's fire place, and Twilight used some fire magic to get a fire going. Applejack got out four sticks to hold our smores, and we put a marshmallow on each stick, Applejack cooking them. I sat down next to her.

"So how do you like your marshmallow, uh," Applejack said, trying to remember my name.

"Trevor," I said.

"Trevor."

"I like mine golden brown."

"One golden brown, coming up."

"I don't think I've introduced myself proper. You already know my name. What's yours?"

"Applejack."

"Nice to meet you than, Applejack."

"So how are you enjoying Ponyville so far?"

"Sure is more interesting than back home. That's for sure."

"And how are you getting along with everypony?"

Getting along. That seems to be the word of the episode.

"Great. Everyone's pretty nice."

"Where'd you say you were from again?"

"A land called Earth."

"Never heard of it."

"Most ponies haven't."

Applejack looked at the two marshmallows on the left. They weren't golden or burnt, but they looked a bit close to falling off.

"Could you hold these two while I take these two to the girls?"

"Sure."

I took the two sticks on the right and kept them in the area Applejack had them. I turned them every few seconds so that one area alone wouldn’t get golden. When Applejack came back she had two more sticks with marshmallows on them, I handed the sticks I was holding to her.

"Thanks,” Applejack said.

"No problem,” I replied.

She looked at the one on the far right, a perfect golden brown marshmallow, and handed it to me.

"This one's yours."

I headed over to the table where Rarity was teaching Twilight how to put together a smore.

"And then you put the one marshmallow on top of the chocolate. And be sure it's centered, that's critical, and be sure to put a perfect square gram cracker on top, and, done. Ta da," Rarity said.

Applejack came over and looked at the newly created snore

"Oooh," Twilight awed.

"Then you just eat 'em," Applejack said.

Applejack ate the smore in one bite and chewed with her mouth open. After she had swallowed it, she let out a large burp.

"Ugh. You could at least say ‘excuse me,’" Rarity groaned.

"Oh, I was just about to. But you interrupted me… Pardon."

"Smores, check. Now for the next item of fun is truth or dare," Twilight announced.

Oh, I'm good at this game.

"I dare Applejack to do something carefully and neatly for a change," Rarity said.

"Hold up. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right. Everyone, form a circle," I instructed.

Twilight sat next to Applejack and Applejack sat next to Rarity in a near complete circle. I sat between Twilight and Rarity to complete the perfect circle.

"Alright, so this is how it works. One pony asks another pony truth or dare. Then the selected pony has to answer. Then the pony that has completed the truth or dare has to select a pony. No call backs though. I shall start, Twilight, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth,” Twilight responded.

I could learn to see if Twilight knows anything about my arrival. She did with Phoenix Wright.

"Do you know if Celestia had anything to do with me being here?"

"No."

Blast it.

"Applejack, truth or dare?" Twilight asked.

"Truth," Applejack said.

"How old is Granny Smith?"

"Eighty-seven."

I was expecting a real shocker.

"I dare Rarity to step outside and let her precious, tidy mane get ruined, again,” Applejack said with a grin.

All the rules have now been thrown out the window.

Rarity gasped in shock of the dare.

"You have to. It's the rules," Twilight said.

But all the rules have been... Never mind.

"Fine," Rarity said with a sneer.

She went outside and stood in the rain for about four seconds. When she came back in, her mane drooped close to the floor, and was shivering like a wet rat. Applejack started to laugh while I was trying to hold back a giggle.

"Okay. I dare Applejack to play dress-up, in a froufrou, glittery, lacey outfit,” Rarity dared in a frustrated tone.

Applejack gasped at the dare.

It's not like you're humiliating yourselves in public.

Applejack went upstairs. When she came back down she was wearing “pretty princess" outfit, with a long pointed hat with some fluff at the top, and some bows on her front hooves. Rarity had a huge grin on her face at the sight of Applejack, as did I, but nothing as big as Rarity’s.

"Happy?" Applejack asked.

"Very," Rarity confirmed smugly.

"Um. Do we ever get a turn?" Twilight asked.

I already had a turn.

Applejack and Rarity ignored us and continued arguing through dares.

"I dare you to enter the next rodeo when it comes to town," Applejack said.

"I dare you not to enter the next rodeo that comes to town,” Rarity countered.

"I dare you not to comb your mane a hundred times before bed."

"And I dare you to comb yours just once."

"I, uh. I think we should check off truth or dare and move on. Let's see what our next fun thing is, shall we? Hmm, what does this mean? Pillow fight?" Twilight asked.

Welcome to Maine.

"Oh please. I am not at all interested in participating in something so crude.”

Applejack threw a pillow at Rarity’s head, challenging her.

“It. Is. On,” Rarity said with a sight of death at Applejack.

Take cover!

I hid behind the table with the slumber book. It’s not that I feared the two of them, I just didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire. I heard pillows getting thrown from both sides; most of them were thrown in different groups rather than just one at a time.

"Oh I get it. Pillow, fight," Twilight realized.

I heard Twilight grunt in pain twice. I peeked from my hiding place and saw Twilight was underneath two pillows.

"Uh, girls. Maybe we should take it down a notch," Twilight drowsily said, and with swirling eyes.

They continued throwing pillows at each other.

"I will if she will," Applejack said, avoiding two pillows.

Rarity avoided two pillows herself.

"She started it,” Rarity defended.

Soon Twilight was buried in pillows. She popped her head from the pile of pillows and spat out a few feathers that were in her mouth.

"Maybe we should just call it a night and get some sleep," Twilight suggested.

"I second that," I agreed.

"Alright. Where are we gonna be sleeping at?" Applejack asked.

"You'll be sleeping with Trevor," Twilight said.

I totally called it.

Applejack and Rarity's faces looked of disapproval and a hint of terror.

"Twilight, if you could please reconsider. He may be a different species but he's still..," Rarity tried negotiating.

"Oh come on. Don't you trust me?" I asked, showing my best unconvincing smile.

"Uhhh," Applejack said, trying to find a good answer.

"But in all seriousness, don't worry, I won't try anything weird."

"What do you think Applejack?" Rarity asked.

As if you have a choice anyway.

"I'm ok with it if Trevor is,” Applejack answered.

"Then we have a plan," I said.

We went upstairs and got into our beds. I laid in between Applejack and Rarity, Applejack being on my left and Rarity on my right. And for a while I actually managed to get some sleep, until I felt a slight tug of the blanket on my right.

"Now look who's being inconsiderate," Applejack whispered.

The blanket got tugged to the left.

"I have to make the bed again so the blanket will be perfect. Get up," Rarity whispered.

I'm not gonna get any sleep tonight, am I?

"But what about Trevor?"

"He's not disrupting it. He's in the middle."

Nope, I’m not.

I heard Applejack and Rarity get up from the bed, and felt the blanket being taken away entirely.

"Why does he still have those awful things?" Rarity asked, referring to my pajamas.

"It's to remind him of Halo. Don't you remember what Pinkie Pie told us?" Applejack asked with some anger.

"Why would he want to remember such an awful time?"

"I think it was mighty brave of him."

Why are you two talking about this? Make the accursed bed already.

I felt the blanket touch my back again.

"Ah ah ah. You'll ruin it. You have to do it like this."

I felt Rarity slowly go underneath the blanket, squirming around on her side of the bed until she was comfortable.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Geronimo!" Applejack yelled.

The force from Applejack's jumping on the bed flew me and Rarity off it. I was now tired and angry.

"If you both don't quit it, I'll tie you up and gag you to make you quit it," I threatened in a whisper.

Rarity fixed the blanket again, and her and I got back in the bed.

"Thank you,” I whispered.

No replied back to me, which I thought was great. That night I didn't have any dreams, which I was somewhat thankful for. When I decided to wake up, I saw that Rarity was snuggling up against my arm. I looked over to see Applejack and saw she was gone.

Well. Looks like I'm not going anywhere for the next few hours. Maybe Applejack is downstairs with Twilight.

I tried to slither my arm out of Rarity's grasp, but it proved to be useless. She would just not let go. Soon, she even started muttering in her sleep.

"S-Spike... help me, I...”

I'm half-tempted to know what she's dreaming about. Half-tempted.

Rarity woke up seconds later. Once she saw what she did in her sleep, she quickly backed away from me.

“Oh my. Uh, sorry Trevor."

"It's alright. Let's see if the others are downstairs, shall we?"

Rarity nodded her head and we walked downstairs and found Applejack and Twilight talking.

"Luckily that tree didn't head towards us," Twilight said.

"So Twilight. Think your sleepover was a success?" I asked.

"Hmmm.”

She levitated the slumber book and a quill over to her.

"Fun, check. I declare my first slumber party a success,” Twilight announced.

The three ponies cheered.

Success! I am the coach!

I felt the sun rays come through the window and touch my skin.

Perfect timing too.

"So. Who's up for another sleep over tomorrow night?" Twilight asked.

Applejack and Rarity's response was throwing two pillows at her face.

"How about a week from Thursday?"

I don't even know what today is. How in Gorlog's name would I know when Thursday is?

"How about two weeks from Saturday? A month from now?"

I don't think they're going to, Twilight.

"Looks like the sun's out. Guess I outta get back home," Applejack said.

"I should as well. I have a few orders I need to finish," Rarity said.

"Alright. Thanks for sleeping over girls," Twilight thanked.

"Anytime," Applejack said.

"It was most fun," Rarity agreed.

They took their leave and Twilight used her magic to close the door behind them.

"So Trevor. What did you think of the slumber party?" Twilight asked.

"Twas very nice,” I sincerely said.

"Good. What do you think we should do now?"

I remembered the letter that Derpy gave me that I had yet to read.

"I'll be by myself for a while. You do what you want to do."

I went to my bed, sat down, and reached down towards the letter on top of my clothes. I looked at the front of the letter again, still having my name in a language I didn't even know. I opened the envelope and look at the letter.