On an unremarkable Thursday morning, she woke up to find herself alone in bed. Startled to find the spot where Augustus rested not only empty, but cold, she sat up in bed with a fearful worry that something terrible had happened. Not only was he a man who detested mornings and tried to delay getting out of bed as long as possible, he was absolute rubbish at keeping quiet. There were other mornings in their distant past where he tried and failed to keep from waking her up as she slept. For him to be out of bed and to have been so careful about it, something strange was in motion.