[It hadn't been that hard to track down Robyn's house. Not when one had a particularly strong sense of smell and knew exactly what she smelled like, anyway. ... and had a lot of time on one's hands. There's that, too.

So the evening after Robyn makes her return video to the network, there comes a scratching on her front door, with a canine sounding whine to go with it to prove it's not another kidnapper. Because if it were Lyall, he'd want some assurance of that, himself. Whether or not she opens up, or her father does, is up in the air, but whoever does, there's a large, shaggy, tawny "dog" sitting on the porch with a note in an envelope at its paws, with Robyn's name on it. The note is slightly damp. Wolf spit and lack of hands. You know how it goes.]