054 [spoiler]Purplespider finishes emptying the recycling bin. As she walks back into the warehouse, her eyes widen in amazement. The 14 skids of material to ship out have all disappeared. Hopefully, to the correct locations. Warily, she returns to her desk. The mystery parts others had left are all labeled with the project numbers and what needs to happen with them. Her eyes tear up with gratitude. Purplespider looks towards the open warehouse bay. Her face glows with golden red flames. She whispers to the breeze brushing past her cheeks, "Thanks Dragokin." [/spoiler]