Anastasia looked over her shoulder when Samsul entered the room. She nodded her head, "Good idea..."

She turned back around in her seat, hoping he couldn't tell how panicked she was. She looked up at Gerald, "While we wait... Why don't I try some writing... My penmanship is still horrid.... And if I'm going to be writing letters to people all the time, I'd best get better at it."

Gerald nodded and grabbed a piece of paper and pen. He patted his seat behind the desk, offering it to her. Anastasia smiled and took the seat before she began copying from a small book that Gerald had laid out of her. When she got into her writing, Gerald walked over to Samsul and invited him out into the hall. He looked at the younger man, "How is she doing?"