penny
Some emails are like a wishing well, an electric abyss into which you can toss penny after penny never to see any return, but it doesn't matter if you beleive in the idea. Maybe down there somewhere there's a giant pile of sparkling though and well wishing, snipets of conversations that vanished one sided into the dark, plummeted down to add to the collective mystery with a soft plink.

Maybe there's nothing down there.

Make a wish.