There was nothing so inviting as a bed with her name on it. Lilia went back to the hotel, locked the door of her unit and slid a piece of furniture against it for insurance. She cleaned up her ear and climbed into bed.
She was asleep within moments.
She awakened to the soft chime of her palm. The light coming through the window of her hotel room had changed, evidence that it was early evening. She rubbed her eyes, yawned and looked at her palm.
It had received a message while she napped, marked “urgent.” Her palm, at least, had known better than to wake her up for that. She yawned again. Joachim was probably missing her expert advice.
But no: it was from the Society.
Maybe they’d amended the conference schedule. Lilia yawned wide enough to swallow the vid screen on the wall, sat up an
