It was the night of the final day. Only one hour remained. The town was empty. Empty but for a few individuals, some of who were a newly wedded couple in an inn, a young, brave boy, and a postman.

Why have they not left? The man and woman chose to stay so they could see each other again. The boy, to try his best to save Termina from its impending doom. The postman? Why that is simple. Fleeing was not on his schedule.

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He didn't know what to do. It was his job to stay, stay and deliver mail anyone gave him. However, right now, he knew the world was ending. If he didn't get out of town, he might not live to see tomorrow.

The Postman fell to his knees inside his house. Flee or don't flee? His mind asked himself. Flee or abandon your job?

He knew he wouldn't- couldn't- ever abandon his job, not when he still had stuff to do. Mail to deliver. If there was ever anything important to him, it was his career. He couldn't leave it behind. That is why he would not run away.

Mail was the highest priority.

To pass the time, he did his training exercise.

1, 2, 3…

The moon gave an ominous rumble, shaking the ground, but he didn't let that distract him.

4, 5, 6…

A vase of flowers fell off a table and cracked as the rumbling stopped, leaving his ears ringing.

7, 8, 9…

He hardly noticed as one, brave young individual opened the door. He walked in, and strode to where the Postman was kneeling on the floor.

…10. Exactly ten seconds.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you want to leave?" the boy asked.

"Ohh, I want to flee! B-but, it's not on the delivery schedule. T-to me, the delivery schedule… it's the highest priority," the Postman answered, trying to stay brave. He looked up at the green-clad child only to see he was holding a letter out to him.

"Here, deliver this," the boy said. He carefully examined the letter, noticing the seal.

"Th-this is a priority mail seal! I shall deliver it at once!" he exclaimed, reading who it was meant for as he placed it gently in his mail pouch. Once prepared, he set out across Clock Town towards the Milk Bar. He glanced up at the sky as he ran, noticing the moon was so close now, it was almost touching the Clock Tower.

Reaching the Milk Bar, he entered to find the person the letter was addressed to. He spotted her sitting on a barstool and ran over, taking the letter entitled 'Madame Aroma' out of his pouch.

Holding it out, he exclaimed, "I have a delivery for you, Postmistress!" He stood at attention when she took the priority mail and opened it, reading it swiftly. The mayor's wife gazed at him kindly.

"Thank you. You flee now, that's an order!" She told him.

Flee? She had told him to flee? He almost couldn't believe it. He could leave now. Nothing was stopping him. Nodding in grateful thanks, he turned and raced out of the bar. On his way, he spotted the young kid from before. Elated, he told him, "I have decided to flee, it is an order from the Postmistress! I am now free! I can set my own schedule!"

The kid looked surprised and happy.

"Thank you," the Postman told him sincerely, grinning from ear to ear. Then he took the hat off of his head, "I would like you to have this."

Presenting the postman's hat to the surprised boy, he continued, "I no longer have a need for it."

Taking the hat, the boy looked up at him.

"Thank you very much, I will take good care of it," he said, lifting the hat into his own hands.

Smiling, the Postman gave a heartfelt goodbye, and skipped swiftly away, out of the town, and into a new life.

Maybe he could find someone else to deliver mail for. Maybe just become a running traveler, delivering letters all around the world. He grinned elatedly to himself.

The world was full of possibilities.