Ganesh Surendar/Del Ethier
"What does worry smell like?" Ganesh asked before he could stop himself. With a grin, he glanced down at the paper. It was neatly typed. Of course. "It could be a her. Or an it. You shouldn't make assumptions although clearly they have."
He looked at Del. "It would be interesting to know who received the letter and did not come. Or have we all arrived?"