The Mysterious Mailman is silent for a few moments, looking you and the other fans over.
"Look, kid, you all have some guts I’ll give you that. You stood up to that monster and nearly got yourselves killed, but you did it for a cause you believed in. Things aren’t going to get any easier, so I won’t bullshit you," his tone grows a bit more serious, lighting his toothpick and taking a drag, "They’ve been keeping tabs on me more than you have, and now you’re in their sights. I’d recommend laying low for a while, let UM do her thing, that’s what I’m doing. We don’t want things to get more complicated than they already are…not when we’re so close."
He grabs the handle to the door and begins to close it, pausing for a moment as another thought crosses his mind.
"You won’t be seeing me around for a while, but if shit really hits the fan. And I mean, full blown volcanic shark hurricane tier," he scribbles some numbers on the back of an envelope and tosses it at you, "give me a call. That phone you found should have no trouble getting through."
With that the Mysterious Mailman drives off to who knows where.
Why are people always so cryptic? Well, you have more pressing matters at hand. Namely a ticking box. One of you have the swell idea of having Chewy the bomb dog check it out. Hey, it handled the mysterious package from before pretty well, why not?
After a few sniffs it barks proudly, wagging its’ tail before ripping the package apart. You’re pretty sure this isn’t against the law, dogs tampering with mail probably falls into the Air Bud Clause category, so no worries..
Within the torn box is the picture of Doctor Dad and the mysterious woman from before, as well as a small teddy bear and a watch. That explains the ticking, but not the sudden shaking. The teddy bear’s head begins to spin uncontrollably before being jettisoned into the air. Silence fills the crowd as it remains still, the suspense broken by the head of P.O.N.E. popping out of the bear.
*beep* Surprise Ulty! Your ticker was broken so I decided to get you a new one! Get it? *beep* she chirps cheerfully, holding up the wrist watch. P.O.N.E. looks at her surroundings with a smile, tilting her head a bit, *beep* Woops, guess she’s not here. How are you doing friends? *beep*