The doors to Igor's warehouse were thrown wide to catch any breeze that might want to sneak in, and Scraps was playing with a moth in the doorway.
Igor wasn't paying attention to Scraps. He was too busy carefully disassembling and packing up each piece of The Machine, and writing out detailed reassembly instructions. It would be sent to Ankh-Morpork in tomorrow's mail and from there would make it's way back to Uberwald.
There was a letter to go along with it.
Igor -
Please see that this is sent onto Igor, or if not to him, pass it to Igor to carry back to Igor. I don't know if it will work without the captive lightning that comes out of the walls here, but if anyone can adapt it to work with wild lightning, it will be Igor. Or possibly Igor, if he gets Igor's help.
It will take a mind from one person and put it into another. There are enough minds left with bodies to broken for even an Igor to fix, and bodies whose minds are simply gone, for this to be useful. It will be even more useful if I can get body parts to grow properly in their jars.
Tell Igor I like it here and I'll be staying.
-Igor.
[ooc: can be open, absolutely.]