Meanwhile, at the Fuji post office, a cardboard box in the recent arrivals tore itself open to reveal a tiny girl, less than a hand's span in height. Around her neck she wore a measuring tape, and across her hip lay a sewing needle. Upon her back she carried a plain brown shoebox, packed full near to bursting and all tied up with string. She passed an arm through each loop, wearing the thing like a great big backpack. The box was easily twice her height, and the overall effect made her seem even smaller than she really was.

Hopping down from the pile and, leaving behind a crumpled note explaining what had happened, she strolled out past the front desk. She turned smartly to inform the clerk of what had happened, but he seemed to be napping. He'd probably had a hard night, and the matron [i]had[/i] always taught Layla to never deny a person in need. Did being sleepy count as a "need"? Well, he probably had his reasons, and far be it from Layla to tread on them.

Strolling out the front door, Layla flung her arms wide and took in the mountain air, the bitter cold, the proud peak of Mount Fuji dominating the skyline...

Wait.

Wasn't she supposed to be [i]on[/i] Mount Fuji?

Layla wheeled around, craning her neck to see the sign above the entrance. There were some moon runes, and then underneath:

[u]FUJI MUNICIPAL POST OFFICE[/u]

[color=bc8dbf]"Wasn't it supposed to be 'Fujisan-Cho'?"[/color], Layla wondered aloud. She looked over at an adjacent sign bolted to the wall, covered in a variety of foreign languages she had no means to understand. Oh, and English.

BE AWARE THAT [u]FUJISAN-CHO POST OFFICE[/u] IS NOT A VALID MAILING ADDRESS AND LETTERS ADDRESSED AS SUCH WILL BE RECEIVED HERE.

Layla squinted at the sign, turned on her heels, glared at Mount Fuji, spun around again, and then looked at the sign a final time. She folded her arms and kicked the ground.

[color=bc8dbf]"Aw, son of a [i]bitch[/i]."[/color], she muttered to nobody in particular.