Thirty-six.

[magicofthewild]

[Small writing, shaky writing. She's reassuring herself more than letting anyone else know what's going on. No matter how you go about it, she'll be acting pretty neurotic in spite of her reassurances.]I'm sane. I am, aren't I

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[lildeviltype]

[messy writing, you can tell he's been shaking, and it's tiny]

Diane? You're here?

[magicofthewild]

[She can pick out here, and guesses the rest of the way. Her tone, if she was speaking, could only be described as cynical.]

Of course. Did you...come to tell me I'm insane, as well? Talking to animals?

[lildeviltype]

No, no, you're not crazy, you're not here.

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[magicofthewild]

I'm perfectly here, thank you!

[gryffindorbraid]

[pale writing... as if it was hesitantly written... a few ink blots scattered around it, indicating he'd held the quill above the paper for a bit before finally writing]

You're not dead?

[magicofthewild]

[This makes her do a double take.]

No. Of course not...why?

[gryffindorbraid]

[same kind of writing and blotchyness]

I thought everyone was dead.

[magicofthewild]

I...I may be, the villagers, they're here.