The morning had gone by uneventfully. Lyra didn't return, which was slightly worrying, and Dale alternated between puttering around his office and not really getting anything accomplished, and getting in Starlight's way, all while listening for the signs of a Kate explosion. She'd had breakfast and then gone back upstairs to her room and that had been the last he'd heard of her, which was quite a relief. She hadn’t been too much of a handful, and he assumed that they had her on some sort of anti-drug. He couldn’t remember exactly, but methadone sounded familiar.