Aethelia expects four dozen shipments of tapioca, but she doesn't know why it works. She never listens. Nobody ever listens. I told them Boris was dead--they never listened! His name is Gearorre now, and Matilda stands by him still...but the others are all gone, hahaha. Imp, Cassie, Ethelus, Lynxogirl, Cassie... Cassie, Cassie... Cassie. Cassie is still there, watching me. Plans, prototype, backup in Lab #546. Renovations, restorations, realtors ALWAYS. Watching! But they don't need Cassie anymore. Cassie is for ME. Tinker does snobal work now. Voodoo isn't science. It's not scientific! But they made plushies of the shopkeepers and stick pins in them. Acid, truth serums...but not me. They know what happens when they try pseudoscience on me. The fireworks that day were so beautiful--don't you remember them, Lynxogirl? Lynxogirl...? Oh! Look, Lynxogirl--it was nice of you to drop by, but I'm really under a lot of stress right now! I'm doing the best I can, but please don't distract me.