text: Yesenia hefts her suitcase down from the bus. It's about three minutes from the bus stop to her apartment, and she takes the distance briskly, stopping only once to shove windblown hair out of her eyes.
  
  There's an easy cut across the grass, but Yesenia takes the sidewalk instead, with the suitcase rollling along behind her. She rounds the corner of the building and starts up the front walk.
  
  A wide concrete walkway leads around the three-story building and up to the front door, flanked by ground lights on both sides, which shine in response to the setting sun. On the right, regimentally spaced palm trees provide an illusion of privacy for the west-facing windows. On the left, there's a parking lot for the apartment, but since the divider is all of six inches wide, the parked cars in the first row rest their noses against the walkway.
  
  Yesenia parks her suitcase beside the building's front door.
  
  There's a bank of resident mailboxes set into the outer wall, just to the right of the front door. The doorbells are on the other side.
  
  > About yourself
  Yesenia's sweaty and tired, and the wind made a mess of her hair. But it doesn't matter, because  only Camilla should see her before she can freshen up.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  Right now, Yesenia is more concerned with what she doesn't
  have. What she doesn't have is her purse, which is in the restaurant office.
  
  It'll take a full hour to get back to the restaurant by bus, but Camilla can drive her there in 15 minutes, if the traffic on 101 isn't too bad. She just has to get inside and let Camilla know.
  
  > look at the mailboxes
  Yesenia glances at the mailbox for apartment #32. As expected, the mailbox is crammed with mail.
  
  Camilla isn't very good about checking the mailbox, so Yesenia's absence always leads to crumpled mail.
  
  > read the mail
  Yesenia glances at the mailbox for apartment #32. As expected, the mailbox is crammed with mail.
  
  > open the mailbox
  The mailbox is locked. Yesenia will have to unlock it first.
  
  > Inventory
  Right now, Yesenia is more concerned with what she doesn't
  have. What she doesn't have is her purse, which is in the restaurant office.
  
  > Unlock mailbox
  Yesenia reaches automatically for her mailbox key, but of course she doesn't have her keys. Because she doesn't have her purse. Because it's in the restaurant.
  
  But... she pauses to consider the angles of the sun. There's still sunlight touching the mailbox, which means she could open it with sufficient focus. And it wouldn't be the first time she's
  opened the mailbox without a key.
  
  > focus on the mailbox
  Shielded from sight by the building and a palm tree, Yesenia stretches her awareness to the setting sun. The orange light warms her, just as it warms the mailbox.
  
  The sun has power over the mailbox; its heat can make the metal expand. Its absence can make the metal shrink. And she has
  power over....
  
  Yesenia focuses. The tumblers click into the unlocked position, and she pulls it open.
  
  > open the mailbox
  That's already open.
  
  > get all from the mailbox
  Yesenia pulls the mail out of her mailbox. Among the advertisements and junk mail (promptly discarded into a convenient recycling bin), she discovers three white envelopes.
  
  > look at the mail
  Which do you mean, her mailbox, the third envelope, the second envelope, or the first envelope?
  
  > examine the first envelope
  According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara three days ago.
  
  > examine the second envelope
  According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara two days ago.
  
  > examine the third envelope
  According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara one day ago.
  
  > open the first envelope
  Yesenia rips open the first envelope, revealing a letter.
  
  > read the letter
  (the first letter)
  Yesenia unfolds the first letter.
  
  It's typed in simple serif letters.
  
  We need to talk. Call me -
  
  and a number that Yesenia doesn't recognize. There's a 305 area code, though, and that's the Miami area.
  
  > open the second envelope
  Yesenia rips open the second envelope, revealing a letter.
  
  > read the second letter
  (the second letter)
  Yesenia unfolds the second letter.
  
  It's typed in simple serif letters.
  
  I'm trying to help you. You don't have to hide from me.
  
  > open the third envelope
  Yesenia rips open the third envelope, revealing a letter.
  
  > read the third letter
  (the third letter)
  As Yesenia unfolds the letter, a playing card falls to the ground.
  
  At the sight of it, Yesenia's stomach clenches, and goose bumps prickle across her shoulders.
  
  It's typed in simple serif letters.
  
  Call me, or I'm coming to see you.
  
  > examine the playing card
  Yesenia picks up the playing card.
  
  It's a standard playing card: paper coated with plastic, with a blue design on the back.
  
  Yesenia turns it over. As she expected, it's the Jack of Spades - which means the Jack of Shadows.
  
  Chris, she thinks, and glances around apprehensively. Is
  Chris already here? She always drives, because she hates the bus.... ....
  
  > focus on the playing card
  While Yesenia could focus on the playing card, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
  
  > focus on the first letter
  (the first letter)
  While Yesenia could focus on the first letter, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
  
  > focus on the suitcase
  Yesenia could focus on the suitcase - but there's no good reason to do so. Considering the contents of her suitcase, she's not about to unpack in the middle of the walkway.
  
  > focus on yourself
  While Yesenia could focus on herself, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.