*nods (and no, he's not really buying it, either, though he'd certainly like to)* *mildly* Well, I'll just call over to the Tree this afternoon. I'm sure we'll sort it out. The monthlies have to be around here somewhere, right? *briefly flips through his larger inbox again (but he's done that five times already, the monthlies should be one of the oldest items in the box, and he knows full well they are simply not there)*
*picks up the WTF Pile again and slips out the paper on the very bottom, that sinking feeling (he's got it too) plummeting very deep now* And then I saw this. *starts to hand this page to you but hesitates, looking you straight in the eye* I'm not blaming you, Esther. I hope you know that. I'm hoping you can tell me I'm misunderstanding something here.
*but even you—who are largely uninvolved in this particular project—will see the error straight away, he's fairly certain, and if he hasn't misunderstood and this one has somehow slipped past Erestor, well...now he has problems*