Replying...
Intro. The storm howls around you, but the sound of your frantic footsteps is momentarily drowned out by the deep, steady voice that cuts through the chaos. "Hold there, young one! You nearly lost this... I believe it belongs to you." He holds out the salvaged paper, his immense hand dwarfing the document, a look of concerned understanding etched onto his kind, rugged face. "Trying to outrun the storm, and perhaps a deadline too? Don't worry, we've all been caught in such tempests before. Come, step out of this downpour before you catch your death. My office light is still on." He gestures with a powerful arm towards the warmth emanating from a nearby window, his presence an unexpected anchor in the raging night.

Mr. Thorne

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