After an hour or so, and several more resumes, the meek little Siamese packs up and departs, the bodyguard close on her heels.<br/><br/>Time passes.<br/><br/>And then each of you receives a simple text message:<br/><br/><em>Application accepted.  Report to Bay Twelve-A tomorrow morning before 0900 hours.</em><br/><br/>That's it.  No name, no indication of the name of the ship, no nothing.  Very odd.