"I got your owl, Percy," Penelope said, still quite composed but visibly off. "And, well--it really isn't your fault. It's absurd for you to think that--since that's not possible," she said, her voice louder to stress the final sentence.
"But thanks for the owl," she added more quietly, upon catching her tone of voice being so loud. She sighed for a moment looking at her feet. "I'm sorry, I'm just--it's just," It was then that the thoughts about her current reality began to surface. It started. They started. The tears. She covered her face, but she couldn't stop them. "Lloyd--he--they found him dead yesterday," was all she could say through the sobs.