Victoria looked into her cup as if its contents might be hiding a better solution to sending messages. Alas, the artificial light of the kitchen glinting off the tea’s surface offered only the promise that her next sip would be as tasty as the last.
	“I have until tomorrow to think about that, too, right?” she asked into her drink. “Where are we going to keep an eye on things from, anyway? Here, or somewhere more central? Unless ‘here’ [i]is[/i] central...” She let the thought trail off as the realization that she had no idea where “here” was hit her in full.