<ul>Now, hearing his voice on the other end, Lilly struggled with her words. Earlier tonight the sound of it brought butterflies to her stomach, but now there was only dread. Was Amsu simply a victim or somehow involved in all of this? Had the entire date been a set-up somehow, and everything set into motion part of a particular plan that she had not anticipated?<br/><br/>"Amsu," Lilly breathed, rubbing her forehead with the tips of her fingers, realizing there was no easy way to say this, so perhaps it was best to not say it at all, "I...I was wondering if you had some time left to salvage this date of ours? I was enjoying your company and was disappointed to end it so quickly. Maybe a drink or something?"<br/><br/>She would start slow, see him in a public place, and bring a tape recorder with her to document everything he said while trying to discern whether she could trust this stranger, or whether he knew something that she did not. <br/><br/>"There's a place at the corner of Bain and Steeles, called Grinder, I believe. I can meet you there in about half an hour?"<br/></ul>