My dear Julie,
I have finally made it the Dominion. This letter comes to you from its capital of St. John's.
That's right, I still haven't made it to the Enclave yet. The Doctor and myself, as well as a group of others have been undergoing all sorts of training classes to prepare us for life amongst the Tabbys. The Dominion wants to ensure that we enter into this knowing about some of the unique challenges we may face.
I have made another friend! Another Doctor in fact! Only this one isn't a sawbones, but rather holds a Doctorate in Anthropology from the local university. We met on the first night that we had arrived in St. John's. Since I'm one of the very few people who has set eyes on the Enclave, she had many questions about my experience. She seemed rather excited to observe a completely new type of people, but I feel that I may have ruined her expectations someone in stating that the Tabbys just seemed to be doing their best to survive, like anyone in this day in age.
I hope all is well with you. Is everyone there OK? Have you noticed anything strange?
I will write again very soon. All the best.
Your brother, Gregory.