Dr. Zoey Calhoun was up late, doing what she did best: reading.  As a professor, she did quite a bit of that, going over reports and student papers, studying and learning more and more about not only her projects now but those that might show up in the future.  Tonight, however, it was reading with MONA.  She was reading a collection of novels she'd picked up a while back with the intention of reading but never gotten around to, with the first in the series being<em>Touched by an Alien</em>by Gini Koch.  It was funny, and more than once Dr. Calhoun smiled in bemusement at the main protagonist's antics towards dealing with an alien threat.<br/><br/>A soft ding came from the MONA, and upon checking she found that there was a message.  Since no one other than their handlers, and she refused to think of them as anything else, had interacted with them in any meaningful way, she figured it must be about their upcoming itinerary once they arrived at their final destination.  With the MONA situated in her left hand, she tapped the notification, only to be met by some rather cryptic words.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I AM THE SEEKER IN THE DARK.  YOU ARE ZOEY ARIANA CALHOUN DOCTOR.  I HAVE WARNED THEM.  THEY DO NOT LISTEN.  SIRRA WILL NOT ACCEPT THEM.  SIRRA WILL END THEM.  ALREADY THE AUGURS STIR WITHIN THE TEMPLE.  DO NOT BELIEVE THEIR EMPTY LIES.  DO NOT LET THEM REPEAT THE CYCLE.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Before she could make much sense of the cryptic message, it was gone.  No sign of it ever existing was left, and she wondered briefly if her mind wasn't just playing tricks on her to provide some weird amusement.  With a sigh, she settled back onto the small chair that reclined back into a bed, getting comfortable, before there was a soft<em>rat-tat-tat-tat</em>on her door.  Just as she was getting comfortable, too.<br/><br/>Getting up, she stretched her arms, and legs, and generally got used to moving again.  The<em>rat-tat-tat-tat</em>repeated, and she glared at the door.  "I'm coming, I'm coming," she muttered, going and finding the door unlocked as she pulled it open and looked out at who was waiting for her.  "Yes?" she asked, trying to be polite despite the interruption.<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Question Mark