[Printed with permission of Ezekial Moonstartulip]

Ezekiel,



	Received your letter, happy to hear you are well. 

Congratulations on the job, the Navy wasn't the 

right place for you anyway. Mr. Hammermill seems to 

be an intelligent enough man to realize your skills; 

although perhaps he should reconsider outfitting you 

with a laboratory.



	Your grandfather has discovered unusual events 

occurring across the plane; he claims the substance 

of reality is in the process of changing. I have been 

unable to confirm this, but I have noticed unusual 

changes in several of my experiments. Hope this 

letter reaches you in the proper world; if not then I 

hope your analogue will understand this message. Be 

alert for the change if it has not occurred. If it 

has, be alert for repercussions, as your 

grandfather is certain that this will be a series of 

abrupt changes over a period of time. He does not 

expect any of the changes to be dangerous, but the 

smallest details can have the largest effects.



	Otherwise, things are well here. Your 

grandparents are their usual selves, and your aunts 

send their regards. The semester has just started 

here at the school, and of course the new students 

are thoroughly ignorant. The Dean insists on sending  

them to me as mindless as possible; I suspect he 

enjoys seeing my research suffer while I attempt to 

drive some sense into these children.



	You may also be interested in knowing that your 

father stopped by recently. He has not yet heard of 

your departure from the Navy; you may want to tell 

him soon if you have not already. He had just come 

in from Torilian space, and was preparing to ship 

out to a long term patrol of Krynnspace. He should 

have reached that sphere by the time you receive 

this message.



	As for the pearl you described, the results of 

your divinations alone should give you some 

indication that it is no small work of magic. 

Unfortunately, I could find no definitive history 

for such an item in the libraries. If you could bring 

it to me here, I am certain that more could be 

determined. And if you find yourself returning to 

Mondrian for that reason, bring with you at least a 

pint of dragon ichor and as many beholder eyes as 

you can afford; my supplies are running low.



							Mother