[Feeling much better than yesterday, PM is back at the post office. She's getting some cleaning done during a particularly slow period, humming some tune or another under her breath. Having stepped outside to give the exterior windows a nice shine, she's about halfway through her scrubbing when her reflection changes.]
[Instead there is the body of a Dersite man, laying dead and beheaded. If anyone cares to look at that morbid scene for longer than a moment, they might notice he is wearing nothing but the torn rags of what was once some horrifically colorful outfit, and one arm is covered with blood up to the elbow.]
[PM stares, at first startled, but soon her mouth twitches into a smile.]