Dear Mary,
    It's Thomas.  Today is October 12, 1348.  I arrived in London yesterday, and let me tell you, it's much different from Montpellier.  Unlike Montpellier, London is being devastated by the plague and it is clear that death has become part of everyday life in this city.  Apart from people dying in the streets and crops being destroyed, the government has crumbled because many important officials have died.  Because of this, all law enforcement has stopped.  The crime rate has shot up tremendously.  Small villages are being rampaged and destroyed, because criminals are doing whatever they want without fear of arrest.
 
    I expected that people in London would handle this horrible situation calmly and well.  However I was wrong.  Instead of finding a logical way to solve the problem, they instead blame the cause of the plague on minority groups, such as the Jews.  What they do to them is too horrible to say.  I was walking down the street yesterday and about twenty people, men, women and children, being rounded up into a small cart.  I went up to the men shoving these people in the cart and asked them what was going on?  They responded impatiently that these people are very sick and are the main reason that the plague is getting worse and worse in Europe.  I looked at the group of people.  They all looked healthy and not at all like what most of the people looked like in the city.  They had no swells in their skin like all plague victims do; they did not looked pale and sickly, but overall healthy.  I made the men in charge aware of my observation, but they seemed not to care about whether the people were really sick or not but sneered back at me, "What do you care, they're just Jews."  I was surprised because I am used to the ways of Montpellier, where there is no such treatment.
 
    As you know I originally came to London to take care of plague victims, but I am reconsidering, now that I see how bad and how contagious the disease really is.  I wish for these people to get better, but I realize that there is really no hope and I know I can not make a difference.  I plan to head back to Montpellier in about two days, before it is too late.  I hope they will let me within the city walls.  I know that I’m not infected but they do not.  Because of this, I plan to leave this coming Wednesday, and I will see you in about a week.  It might take longer than a week, because I need to stop in a town and get food, since the food in London is completely infested with the plague.
 
    I need to go to bed soon, to get my rest for the trip tomorrow.  Before I send this letter though, I want to tell you that if I am not allowed to enter Montpellier that I will always love you.  Also, if this happens, I beg you, please don’t leave Montpellier and come to the horrible world outside its walls.  If I do not return it is probably meant to be, and I’m asking you to continue with your life if this happens.  I want you to know that I will always love you, no matter what, even if I never see you again.  Have faith that I will return to you and I will.