"Dear Nadia, sorry I had to kill your boyfriend but it was the motherly thing to do. Suicide, however - not very motherly of me. I ran from my enemies for 500 years. And then, one day, I stopped. Now a new enemy wants me dead. Sure, I can run from the travellers, but there’s still one enemy I can never escape - time. So call it pride or vanity, but after the life that I’ve led, I refuse to drift off into the sunset. Goodbye, Nadia."