Poor kid. Is there anything of interest in the room?

There's a copy of The Cat Who Went To Heaven, a children's book about a cat who got painted into a picture of the Buddha. On the inside of the front cover is written "For Lela. Get well soon. Love, Mommy."

There is also an unused and apparently unopened embroidery kit with a note that says "Get Well Soon, From Peter Lukas."

"Do we want to leave, I do not want to wake her up," he says quietly to Oswald.

"I don't think there's anything else here."

As they leave, Mordred notices a familiar face who's also stalking the hallways.

HMM.

HMMMMM.

Mordred does not especially want to confront the guy from the newspaper archive here but he is absolutely going to note down that he's come up twice.

They can leave. Mordred gives the key to the records room back to the receptionist and thanks her sincerely for her help.

When they all get back to the hotel--

"Hey. Checked out the freighters and one of the factories. The freighters are for exporting nectar all across the globe, which in hindsight is obvious, right? Can't figure out what the factories are doing, only that everyone around them looks even more miserable than you'd expect. Was thinking about saying I needed work and seeing if that let me learn anything else about them. Not sure it's particularly worth it, though."

"Donovan's kid seems actually sick but the other one probably isn't, they're just giving her the exact same treatment. She's from the orphanage, a mouth opened up under her near the warehouse and after her bite wounds were treated they wouldn't let her leave. They've both been there about a year now."

Nod. “Zoë and I watched Donovan’s house for a time. Nothing particularly interesting—she has various staff that lives on site—she has a lot of guards. Military-trained. And her car is distinctive, we could recognize it if we saw it again. She left for—something—and then had a lunch meeting at a restaurant. We couldn’t learn anything there but I asked around at some nearby restaurants as well; she sometimes gets coffee at one of the cafes, I could point it out. I think she used to go with Portia, the barista mentioned her friend who used to come and stopped. —Oh, and the stonework of her house has the same markings on it as the warding stone.”

"Ah. Donovan was at the hospital with eight armed guards.

And Tereza has apparently been having dreams where a blonde woman who I'm guessing is Portia says she's been eaten and is in a stomach and is being digested and the stomach will open on the New Moon, in case we needed things to be more ominous than they already were."

...when is the next new moon?

“—I suppose the hospital was the thing she left for in the morning, then.”

"I do too. — I don't know that we have reason to believe it's the next new moon, one of the books we have talks about something called the Maw opening at the Rift of the New Moon like it's a proper noun?"

"I guess. Just seems like the obvious thing to check, you know?

Not that I know how we'd do it. Not like I particularly want to try to break into wherever that giant mouth is, if that's even related to whatever's going to happen at all."

"I think we need someone in that warehouse but I am concerned they are drugging their workers."

“With the—nectar? Or something else?”

"Probably. Only a couple of us who could claim to be looking for work in a warehouse anyway."

"Probably not Nectar, I don't think Nectar has that effect."

"I'm not sure if it being Nectar makes total sense, but -- the girls are spending most of their time asleep, and it's administered differently at the hospital, and maybe there's different -- I don't know."

" - do we actually know anything about the people working in the warehouse? I thought we were just guessing from other locations. The sailors are on nectar. The people at the factory are... I dunno, I thought it was supposed to make you happy.

The girls could be on other stuff, too, I guess."

"The girls are also on four other medications including anti anxiety drugs."

“If they are drugging their workers, it has to be with something; if it’s not Nectar, we should try to figure out what it is.”

"I don't know that we know anything about whoever works at the warehouse. None of us have been inside except maybe the monkey."

“That’s true.” Sigh.

He sighs. "Maybe it's just... working under people who are on a power high. What that does to you." They even have matching evidence of what that does to a person. Right there. Being sad and brainfogged and nervous.