Oh, nevermind. It was just sitting on top of your desk.
I was the one who put it there for safekeeping, by the way. Just in case any anticlimactic shenanigans saw fit to take place. Like, say... your canine lusus developing a gustatory interest in a piece of universe encompassing jewelry. We simply cannot have him hypothetically cracking said jewelry with his tiny barkbeast teeth, as that would lead to the entirety of your physical reality being consumed in a hellish torrent of bellowing green flame.
Wouldn't that be just an absolute letdown? I guess I was able to get that joke out of my system after all.
You're very welcome.