A package had arrived!

To Whom It May Concern:

I arrived this morning at my normal punctuational time of 9 on the hour. Despite the crowded bus conditions of what used to be my enjoyable transportation to my volunteer job as Z'Corkey's Official Record Keeper for the Zettiland Historical Society. I used to be able to enjoy my tea and book but lately it seems that I have difficulty even finding a seat. This morning I stood next to a quite young man who refused to get eye contact with me as he continued to sit in what is normally my regular seat.

I'm afraid my large satchel, umbrella, metal tea container may have banged against his shoulder and head for the duration of the ride. It's not easy hanging on to a pipe when you have to hold so many items.

I did have a surprise, after I caught my breath, after walking down three flights of stairs, to the sub-basement level. First I found a notice or memo that had been slid under my door telling me that my repeated requests for a bathroom facility on the 3rd floor sub basement were now in Committee.

I'm ever hopeful.

The second surprise and not really appreciated on how it was delivered by Walter in the mail room. It is NOT necessary to deposit a filthy, obviously water soaked, at one time, extremely damaged package on the top of my spotless desk.

Walter we need to talk.

The package was from Zetti Corkey and I have to admit it is going to be a challenge to discover where it came from. The package looks like it has been to hell and beyond, forgive my language.

Inside I found a journal in a very, very, extremely sad state of repair. I am concerned about Sir Z'Corkey. This journal looks to have been in fire and water. He obviously considers it important because he has included a roughly drawn map of what appears to be a country and some object that could either be food or housing. Maybe the inhabitants are very tiny?

Today, I will be recording what I can of the first page of the journal.

There was no note attached from Sir Z.

I am hopeful that he is alright and still out exploring worlds in this time and that. I do wish he would think about how difficult this is for me without any information. I also know that he knows he can count on me.

Although, I have to admit that we have never actually met. Nooooooo, I take that back, I did meet another Sir Zetti Corkey from a parallel universe that popped in one day to hand me some artifact. We were both rather surprised. Apparently, there is a counterpart to myself somewhere out there. Unfortunately, he did not stay long enough to tell me about her or share any other information other than to tell me I wasn't Gina, which I knew already. He snatched back the artifact and disappeared.

I made a trip up three flights of stairs to the Ladies Rest Room.

Recorded and posted on this the day of the Blue Heron, 7-----

Yours truly,

Volunteer Z'bea

The unpaid volunteer in the back room on Level Three of the Sub-basement