<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">As many ticks as can be made, the better.  Ticks of normalcy.<br/><br/>There are several ticks which I make note of in Jaclyn’s short conversation: detective club (I suppose), Taffy’s phone with JR Enterprises, international service, staying in touch, pressing business, future meals, and Glenmorangie!<br/><br/><strong>“What time is it?”</strong>  Time is very important, but not for guzzling some whisky (at the back corner of my mind I’ve wondered about whether the small sprite needs an intervention with her three finger approach, but not now)—how much time have we been here?  I look at du Monde2, the red-haired Jaclyn, and wonder how long we’ve been here, observable; are there posters and the texting of her picture?  Has du Monde agitated to find the ‘kidnappers’?  Has Rapido accelerated efforts?<br/><br/>Will three fingers calm her or send her into some irrational fearful place?  With all those ticks she seems composed.  Might I even hope that she is fine?<br/><br/><strong>“I’d say we have time for the three fingers.  Ari’s keeping track of the time.”</strong>  Ari looks at me and I nod, yes you are.  <br/></span>