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Early hours of Saturday, March 13th

Be careful what you wish for; you may receive it.

Derek Granger. He's missing. Find him for me please? He was helping me out around the house.

This item on Wanda's list is one I have not filled, and she made the request several days ago. But I have provided her, like a dutiful husband, with everything for which she has asked - foods she has craved, clothes, a cradle for the child - and I think I deserve to have a little fun.

Westin Sagert was gracious about my request. He understands that without me he would not have been able to undertake this work, and so he gives up this sample readily enough. I praised his work, of course, and really, he does have a viciously inventive mind. I quite enjoy it.

I look down at the man. His jaw is wired shut, so there should be no problem with him giving up Westin's name. His body is quite different now to how it once looked. I could turn him back, but what is the fun in that? I have ensured that all of his wounds are closed, that nothing will leak or break, and I have sedated him, mainly so I can place him in a large gift box. It is printed with roses. Wanda does like those.

I leave the box in the Dormouse. The notecard reads To Wanda: as requested. Item in condition in which it was found. I wonder if seeing its contents will induce labour. It is nearly time, anyway.

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