Despite the 'cheery' retort in response to her greeting, Madison had no intention of leaving just yet. Toddling over to the mailboxes, Madison smiled benignly at the other girl and easily found her mail key in her pocket, in the process of getting her mail while she continued to talk.
"I don't know, but when I have trouble finding something, it's always in the last place I look." Junk, junk, magazine, bills, junk. Normal. That's what she clung to for now. She would have left at this point, but even after the blog posts and whatnot, Madison felt it would be nice to get some real confirmation that she wasn't crazy and that it was all real would be nice. "Hey, you didn't have weird stuff happen to you that one night did you?"