Ritchie woke up, which was a little disorienting. She hadn"t expected to sleep at all, and didn"t remember drifting off. She had, in fact, been in the process of messaging with Wyss. She must"ve fallen asleep while waiting for his response.
Now it was midmorning, the sun shining hotly through the open windows. But she could still smell breakfast. Coffee and eggs. And bacon. She was pretty sure it was the smell of bacon that had pulled her from sleep. She certainly didn"t feel like she had rested enough.
"Good morning," Moreau said when Ritchie had sat up to look blearily around the room. "Guardian Rodin is here with us again, but she brought breakfast."
"Breakfast sounds good," Ritchie said. Which was more than she could say for the first part of the message. She had never even caught t
