<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>Coming out the shower, I see there's another message, this time complete with actual words. That's an improvement.<br/><br/>I frown, silly girl! What kind of doofus loses her phone? I mean, I'd never do that. Well, not that often.<br/><br/>I buzz HQ, and get confirmation that the phone is indeed in Zurich. Good enough, so I call back.<br/><br/>"Hi, Peter? Taffy, but you knew that, your phone will tell you. Is Miss J there? Or is she out admiring the chocolate and eating the cuckoo clocks?"<br/><br/>I'll leave it to them to explain whay they want. I quite like the feel of<em>'You're needed, Mrs Peel.'</em>