I've still been patrolling. Been needing it to bring me back to center. Really, the whole town needs the little regularities after the madness of the dreamscape. Everyone's experiences were strange, and so many of them horrible- we've been cleaning up since.
I woke up maybe 20 yards from the back door, covered in dirt and blood. I need something good, myself.

More important than normality are the events that combine my duty and pleasure. I get myself to the Dormouse just about on time, a small bag of caramels in hand. Edmund talked me into them this morning when I stopped in for my breakfast and mentioned I'd see Fiona today.

Walking into the tearoom, the scent of tea, cookies, flowers, spice and power assaults me. Resisting the urge to reach for a chair back to steady myself, I step further into the room.