"I’m probably delirious with hunger by now," she mused aloud. Casting a  tempus, she determined that it was mid-day on Saturday. No wonder she was hungry - she hadn’t eaten anything since Thursday morning! Making her way to the kitchen, she was startled to notice a small black box sitting on her table. On top of the box, an envelope with the initials H.G. written on it. Even if she didn’t know the origin already, those letters alone in his familiar script would have immediately given it away. Her fingers itched to rip it open, but she forced herself to make herself breakfast and a pot of tea before sitting down at the table. While she cooked, she negotiated with herself, finally settling on the deal that she should have at least the piece of toast and egg before she opened the envelope. The tea, fruit, and avocado slices she could leisurely enjoy while reading. 