My dearest F██████,

I am sorry, but my arrival to you will have to be delayed a little longer. The Jovian government has locked down any means of exit outside of Proxima Centauri B. I am risking my own life by writing this to you.

If you can, move out of our house and try to rendezvous with E██████. You know E██████? She is the tall lady with the spiky hair that you love to touch. She is my friend.

There is nothing left for you at the place we - and now only you - live. If the Jovian government finds out that you have received a letter from a protester, an insurgent, you will be hunted. You must leave.

Yours, G██████