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David woke to the sound of his phone buzzing on his nightstand. It was still early in the morning, and as he read the email sent by his boss, he rubbed his face and felt the stubble accumulating on his chin. The aches of his previous day's workout were still present in his muscles as he pulled himself out of bed, foregoing the exercise to make sure he got to work on time. David stared at his reflection in his bathroom mirror as he inspected himself as part of his morning routine. Same brown eyes, same slightly crooked nose, same bags under his eyes. The tired reporter took a shaver to his stubble and a brush to his teeth, along with a hot, calming shower, before he dressed in his usual; a worn leather jacket over his light blue dress shirt, denim jeans and work boots.

His breakfast was simple; pancakes, maple syrup and bacon, with a mug of black, strong coffee. One sugar.  As he ate, he went over the email in his head. Elanor Tragellan wasn't one to mince words, but even this email was sparse on details. It didn't strike him as being a good omen for things to come; the fact that she had also asked them to pack for at least a week's worth of travel was the other thing setting off silent alarms in his head. But that meant opportunities to get on with his craft: that of taking pictures. So after he ate, David set about packing his essentials. Into one of his many big sports duffel bags went a few changes of clothes, toiletries and other travel essentials, along with a single paperback to read (Stephen King's "Under the Dome", a massive volume he hadn't even scratched the surface of yet) and his laptop, chargers for both that and his phone, and spare batteries for his camera.

Speaking of, his camera, a sleek DSLR, sat in its own carry case that David had mushed together with a satchel bag, cushioned by foam and fabric while allowing him to carry his laptop and other assorted papers or documents in the satchel. With his things packed, the photographer set off for work, taking an Uber since his packing was going to run him late if he took a bus. He arrived at the meeting room at 8 AM sharp, not a minute too late.