Cassandra 23 is apparently happy with our work, for while we didn't manage to rescue Langton we did recover Mr. J., which was, after all, our most important task. The survivors have all been promoted and the technical department has been put to work building a prosthetic arm for Mr Jones.

As for me, I have returned to the mundane world of work and leisure and put all thoughts of Faerie Princesses, silver roads and Songbirds out of my mind.

Yet as I sit here and the moon rises and fills my window I cannot help hearing the trees as they speak whispers into the wind and I watch as dark shadows move in the woodland, hidden from sight.

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