As she took a moment to catch her breath after a long workday, she looked outside through the open garage door at the brick wall and black mailbox next to it. This mailbox would only receive work mail of course, but she noticed it seemed that the cover was waving in the wind. It looked as though someone was on the inside slightly pushing the mailbox open. The boss was still unloading the truck and normally she’d just ignore it and continue with work, but something felt strange this time. Suddenly she saw a sparkle from the inside, like when the moon touches ice on a cold winter night. The cover was still moving as though someone was controlling it but there was no one in sight. Now she couldn’t resist, she had to see what was happening. She quickly ran over to the mailbox and was surprised to see a piece of paper inside. It was a small note with her name on it, her nickname…”Ace…” She grabbed it up quickly, closed the mailbox and hoped nothing was seen on the outside cameras. She was not a manager and was not the one to check the incoming mail. Why and how is there a note in her work mailbox with her nickname, only 2 people including herself knew this nickname. All that was written inside was one word, Hope. Hope? Hope for something? Hope for someone? What did Hope mean.