As I write this in my bed, my hand wobbly on the page, and my writing crooked and slanted, it's as if I can hear my heart giving out. I had so many affairs to get in order, so many things to do, but I have been confined to my bed for at least a fortnight now, and I now know that I will not be leaving it again. Basil has been keeping me company, curled up in my arm while she tells me tall tales that she came up with, and Thyme comes to and fro, carrying trays of food and drink.
Billbert, returned from Trestlebridge, wants to send for Mister Dimheim, my past employer, and the owner of a clinic. I declined, I did not wish for anyone to see me in such a state, and I know that there is nothing he would be able to do for me. My thoughts drifted from my past employer to Hawke, who I miss so dearly. I don't know where he went, only that he was here one day and then he was gone.
I thought of my other friends, of Piper and Kabe and my cousin Liffey. I wondered of Piper's brother, if he had returned from Trestlebridge when Billbert did, and if they had worked together. I thought of all of my clients, and the many patrons I met while I worked at the Peaceful Peach.
My thoughts returned to my siblings, of little baby Sorrel, wrapped in a blanket and of Sage, trying to run after the other kids. And it was them I thought of, until ...
