Far away a cup of tea is carefully made. In a small shop. Delicately handled by a cyborg who places the cup on a round saucer embellished with bright yellow edging and gold trim. "Ma'm your tea." The cyborg places the tea at a sunny table by a window. The young woman sitting at the table smiles and thanks the waiter. The shop is small and quiet today. Suddenly a shiver runs down her spine despite the comfortable atmosphere. "Murph..." The familiar name rolls from her lips like a fresh memory. Suddenly a newcomer appears and takes a seat across from the woman. "Zara it's time." He pauses. "What's wrong?" Zara looks out the window. "I feel.... I feel as though something bad just happened to my friends. I'm not sure, but I can't quite put my finger on it, Zorr." As she sips her tea Zorr leans forward and places a hand on her head. "Well you don't have a fever. This is silly. You shouldn't.... Well you certainly will know when you get back. For now I have a lead." She nods and traces a finger along the saucer. "Yes I suppose you are correct. I'll finish my tea and we can be off."