My Diamine Emerald is still lost somewhere in the depths of the USPS. This is the fourth day since it went underground like a compromised undercover agent. It was last spotted in Atlanta, but I hope that it is getting chased by the police on motor scooters through the alleys of Antwerp. It looks like a beautiful ink, and I hope that its adventures make it feel like a badass instead of helpless, having fallen down behind some giant machine and hoping beyond hope that someone happens upon it.
Lost In Transit would be an awesome name for an ink!