Dumas noticed White’s grumpiness, but it didn’t register as a situation that needed correcting -- or even as something that he should apologize for causing.  For better or for worse, anger was Dumas’s default emotion, and he just assumed that most people went around continually pissed off at the world.<br/><br/>“It’s Mari,” he reluctantly conceded.  Dumas hated to violate his friend’s privacy.  But White had helped him, and might even suffer some fallout for providing that help, so he deserved an explanation.  As succinctly as possible, Dumas explained about Mari’s forgetting days.  A look of shame flitted across his expression when he mentioned giving her the bunny necklace with the signal transmitter hidden inside it.  However, that quickly vanished, and he finished his tale.  “So, Ches tracked her to the old train station.  When I saw those two men coming out just a little after her, I figured they might know something about what’s going on, and decided to ask them myself.  That’s where you came in.”<br/><br/>Reaching into his pocket, Dumas pulled out his own phone and began dialing.  “Ches is with her now -- or, at least, he should be.”  Holding the phone to his ear, Dumas spoke as soon as the line opened up.  He trusted Chester to recognize his voice without needing an introduction.  And since the magician might not be in a position where he could speak freely, Dumas tried to keep his initial greeting as short as possible.  “Can you talk?”