Trapped in Time

Chapter 3: The Letter

Sportacus is pacing anxiously around his airship. Attempting to figure out what to write to his mentor, he holds his breath in anticipation. As if on cue, he flips over to the mail slot and grabs the flying tube. "I've got mail!" he exclaims to no one but himself. Walking towards the middle of the ship, he examines the piece of paper residing in the tube. "It's from Stephanie," he quietly states, beginning to read:

"Sportacus,

It's me, again. I just noticed something very... odd. It's Robbie. I can't remember exactly what he said. Did he say something about pennies?  Or a Penny? I'm not sure, but please go check on him. He's crying and I think he's in great need of your help. 

Your pal, 

Stephanie"

Sportacus quickly grabs a sheet of paper from the wall and holds onto a pen, beginning to write a letter to his mentor:

"Íþró,

I need your help. There is something massively wrong with Robbie. After a head injury that appears to be much worse than previously thought, he is experiencing epic manic episodes. He screamed at me and threw objects. What do I do?  Also, do you happen to know someone with the name Penny? He mentioned something about that, too.

Sincerely,

Sportacus"

Over in Mayhem Town, a letter arrived at Íþró's home. Glenn wanders out to the mailbox and grabs the letter from Sportacus, his eyes widening at the name. "Íþró!" he angrily shouts, "A letter from Sportakook." he rolls his eyes in the process. Íþró runs out in excitement, grabbing the envelope out of Glenn's hands. He hadn't heard from his beloved apprentice in such a long time. Not since Íþró's own wedding, actually. Glenn's has already begun to pack up, knowing that Number 9 would be eager to leave to assist his apprentice with whatever was mentioned. 

Íþró's jaw drops and quickly runs back inside to grab Glenn. "You might want to read this letter, hon," With that, Glenn grabs the piece of paper and lets out a gasp. "Robbie?!" he angrily exclaims. "Just wait, Íþró... wait until I get my hands on that damn girl." 

Now it's Number 9's turn to widen his eyes. "No, we've talked about this. No murder, Glenni boo. This is serious." he replies, beginning to pack his items in the hot air balloon. "You're not taking ME in that death trap, are you?" Glenn looks concerned. "If you want to help your little cous... than yes." Íþró replies. The other man lets out a huff and reluctantly agrees.