Princep, August, Apex

Dear Professor, I have written to you to discuss a few issues I have had in my life.

For many reasons, none of which my own, I have been wronged by fate.

And here I am writing to you asking for a favour.

Is there a way for you to solve my problems? Is there a way for you to set me free?

If this could come in pill form. Something easily taken. Price is of no consequence. Any fee I will pay. Do you have it? If so respond quickly as the pain is greater than these words can convey.

Dear patient, I have read your letter and am distressed by your woes. Fate indeed has been cruel, to you especially, and no-one else. Indeed I do have the cure, and it is right here in a safe I keep. It now has your name on it. If you could come to my office at your earliest convenience to pick it up, it is ready for you.

Dead madam. By this news I am pleased! May you be exulted madam. May you find the peace which you now promise me. I will come by tomorrow afternoon. All the best, your dear patient, who would have most likely been dead without this news.

***knock ***knock

Professor Katherine Princeps: Who is it? Daniel is that you? I can tell my your hurried steps, and light but quick knocks, excited yet hesitent, shaking in your own fine shirt.

Daniel: Professor! Hi. Lovely to see you again. My goodness. Lovely lovely lovely.

Professor: Take a seat Daniel. And let me get you a tea and a scone.

Daniel: Why thank you Professor. But I am in no mood to eat. I’m so very excited. You have the cure! The pill. The result?

Professor: Daniel, take this tea, and this scone, and we’ll chat about the pill. Pretty soon you’ll have it, and be set free.

Daniel: In my excitement, I drove from my town which I have not left in months. Opened the car door which has yet to be used. And came here in a hurry. For you I am thankful. Now can we get to the solution?