By half past one in the morning, she knew something was wrong. Yes, her husband had had some late nights since the trouble with the regime began with the fall of their leader. This, somehow, was different. She could feel it in her bones that he was somewhere he shouldn't have been. Considering all that she admitted to him when she woke up that started the row and then all that he learned last night about what she uncovered in her sessions, it wasn't much of a stretch to imagine that Antonin was out there trying to track down his enemies.