InsaneJournal

Day 231 [Video]
[A dog face peers into the communicator. She would be familiar to those who have been around for a while; the strange mish-mash look that comes with the power of the Queen's Ring. Those powers are dampened, of course, as they were before.]

[What is particularly new lies in the hardened look on her face. She blinks once, slowly, and remains silent for a stretch longer.]

[She called this place home, once. It's a distant dream, a life lived not by her, but someone else also named PM. The Parcel Mistress. Someone else with a little knowledge of Jack's evils, a little of the rage that now consumed her, and a little of the loneliness that was now a normal background hum. But here she is, and it is her, waking up as though it were nothing more than another normal day after the last normal day. The date is wrong. It doesn't surprise her that it's been a while, but not as long as she would have thought.]

[Her life has been years of chasing a murderer across empty void. Talking to no one. Never resting. Never doing anything more than wearing him down, bit by bit, just as he wore her down in turn.]

[She swivels her ears forward, and tries her voice at something not an expression of canine rage. The question comes more brusquely than she intended.]

Who's delivering the mail?