On June 27, we departed homeward. We were all tired but still exhilarated by our journey.
Anna and I had even managed to make peace with one of those who conspired against us.
Unfortunately, we had no way of knowing that there was still one who sought to carry out the will of Evil...

I was snatched from the safe haven of Anna's backpack as the primary conspirator sought to make off with me yet again, though he decided in the end that such an act would bring upon him the anger of the Olympian gods, and so he set me free a second time.

In the words of mine and Anna's favorite musical artist, "I'm still standing!"