Lark sighed and nodded. "Don't mention it," He said softly to himself. Pij flew onto his shoulder and nuzzled close to him. Lark chuckled and rubbed her underside with his finger. "I'm sure we'll have an idea in the morning.."

	Lark yawned and continued to pet Pij. "You know what to do, girl," He whispered. Pij flew off and through the Ajar doorway. Lark groaned loudly and collapsed on his desk. His recent energy consumption has left him more exhausted than he'd thought at first.

	Meanwhile, far down the sprawling paths, a man was thinking over the proper site for a burial ritual...

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