Morrigan's POV:

I snapped from the dream. I dreamed something about Gob, moutain made from papers and surfing Jupiter... My thinks went from dreams to Unit 919. Jack wrote me to the message, to think, how to tell them, but I didn't really think about it, from the time, when we went swimming.
"So I will improvize..." a knock on the door interupted me.
"Moment!" I yelled, quickly change from my pyjamas to Wunsoc uniform. Then I openned a door, but nothing and noone were there. No. Not absolutly nothing. Something... Something white. Parcel. And message.

For Miss Morrigan Crow. Open it immediately, you black-eyed beasty!
-(Un)Signed I-think-you-know-who

I raised one eyebrow, thinking ironically:
'Voldemort?' then I rolled my eyes. It's not so hard to prove, that he is Jupiter's nephew. And he knows, how to me. Learns fast. I rushed downstairs to the first floor and leaned trought the rail.
"Jack!" I shouted down to the hall.
"Jack-ack-ack-ack!" yelled back my echo. In the foyer appeared the boy whit shiny white smile, deep brow eyes and dark green brolly in one hand. He looked up, saluted slightly with two fingers and dissapeared in the exit. I shrugged and went back to my floor. When I stepped to the fourth storey, Fen came from the fifth one. She pointed to the parcel, what was still on the floor.
"You have something outdoors."
I nodded, staring at the box.
"From Jack?"
I nodded again.
"Don't want to open it?" she asked. I shrugged.
"May I? Well... I don't know. What if there's a bomb?" I said half-seriously and half-jokely.
Fen stepped foward, her ears lifted. She read the text.
"UNsingned I-think-you-know-who. Voldemort? Sweet." she noticed. Then she scratched the message with claw and in its other side...

Let it be you old shaggy fure ball! You aren't the only creature (you know, I'm not just a normal person) in this hotel, who have a itchy powder and I'm sure, you don't want it in your fure. By the way, I have a sticky tape as well and I'm not afraid to use it, you monstrosity.
-Your dearest and most peace-loving hotelier Jack

I slapped my hand to the my mouth, grabbed the parcel and ran to my room. Fenestra's face made in my throat the weave of histerical laught. I pushed the pillow to my face, trying to hide a laught. I heard Fen's murmur from outdoors:
"Guess, who will find the dripped sardines tomorrow?"
I did shut up and came to my desk, to open a parcel. Inside the white wrapping paper was a list.

Dear Morrigan.
For goodness, it sounds idiotic! It doesn't matter. This is the Windmail. Stupid name, I know. It's really primitive. Write a list and the all name, did a origami and send out from a window. It's really good, because it comes early and when it's raining, the list will hide itself somewhere to the dry.
Pretty sure you know, why I'm giving you this. I want to ask you to send my a messages two or three times on the week. Of course, for the practical reasons only. You know, how much I don't like, when something's going on, and I don't know anything.

And no, I don't miss you!
-Jack

I grinned. The last thing in the world, Jack would want is don't know, what's going on. Marta came with my breakfast.
"Captain Crow?"
I opened the door and maid came in.
"Marta, just Morrigan. As before. Ok?"
"But ma'am it's..."
"I insist." I said. Marta put the breakfast to the table a sighed a little.
"As you want Miss Morrigan, but it doesn't matter. I don't have a good news."