“Late... Again,” Sally muttered, defacing the paper in front of her with yet another red “x”. How many did that make for this month? Oh, that’s right. Five. You’d think someone who could move faster than sound itself would have a tendency to arrive early. But once again, Sally found herself marking the hedgehog and every one of his deliveries overdue. If it had been a few minutes, she could have let it slide, but he was supposed to have checked in hours ago. Customers had already started to complain.. He couldn’t keep doing this.
She sighed and sat back in her chair, feeling the weight of this and so many other exhausting thoughts from the past day pulling at her eyelids. Warm light glistened like gold on her polished oak desk, the gentle tick of a clock the only instrument in the symphony of silence. In the streak of moonlight that trickled through closed curtains, even the plain normalcy of a