It had always been tiring since becoming s successful author, not counting his detective work on the side. There was so much demand upon him by those who read his books and that was no paltry number of fans. He always made time for Syna though, she was the soul reason he did what he had already and he made note of it in every dedication of every book. He had always gotten more than a few fan letters inquiring about it; he never answered directly. JÃ©an had also recently discovered there was a betting jackpot on who this mysterious woman, who seemed straight from one his books, might be.<br/><br/>He grinned at the latest entries, they really had gotten creative with their answers. One JokersDelight guessed, "An adopted child of tragedy." Chuckling, JÃ©an considered telling them, just so this creative fan might get the pot to himself, but chose against it. Then, without realizing he'd been breathing it in, JÃ©an smelled coffee; strong coffee. He pushed himself out of the chair and walked stiffly into the kitchen, working the knots out of his back. He didn't remember starting a new pot and he didn't hear Syna leave his room. Looking into the clear glass pot he found that there was indeed a very strong pot of it brewing.<br/><br/>He smilied some at the thought that struck him. Syna must have really been the one to do it; JÃ©an knew this because he'd need to whiten his teeth after a pot like this. At least, it wouldn't be hard to stay awake, he observed with more than a bit of amusment. Looking around the kitchen and not finding the small girl anywhere, JÃ©an wondered where she could have gotten to. Pouring himself a fresh mug of the dark and almost oily liquid, JÃ©an set out to find her.