[ A few days after things return to (relative) normal, an envelope finds its way to Bob's door, containing a piece of pale blue card stock upon which has been written, in Amy's neat, looping hand: ]
Dear Bob,
I know we didn't get the chance to speak, but that's all the more reason for me to write to you, now. Thank you for your part in saving Rupert and I. I guess you could say I'm not used to strangers going to such lengths to help — I'm still not used to it, but I promise I don't take it for granted.
✉️ delivery.