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Noelle opened the door to her apartment and dropped her small weekend bag on the floor, slipping out of her shoes. She padded barefoot across the room to the balcony doors, opening the shades to let in some starlight, reflected off the waters around Talos Island.

Glancing back at the door and her bag, trying to decide if she wanted to bother unpacking now, or just leave it for tomorrow, she saw a small note she must have stepped over on her way in. Noelle went back over to the door and picked it up, her brow furrowing slightly as she read.

Hiya Noelle.

Some guy named Lance LaRue is sniffing around, wanting to know about you for some indy paper in town that I've not heard of.

Any ideas as to what this is about?

See ya later, Cate Winters.

Huh. Noelle unpinned her hair, and headed into her bed room to throw on an old tank top and boxers to sleep in, hitting "play" on her answering machine as she did so. An unfamilar voice suddenly filled the apartment.

Hello Ms. Frost,

I am Lance LaRue, a simple reporter for the Cape Digest, and I was hoping that you might have the time to answer a few questions about yourself?

I understand that your pretty busy, but this will only take a few minutes of your time.

Please let me know if this is ok with you.

Huh again. Combine that with the emails she'd received from Reese while she'd been away, and she was getting mighty curious. Noelle yawned. Ok, not that curious. It could wait until morning.