Isadora slept on the bed while Gerald curled up on a rug in her living room. He had offered to share the bed with her, especially since there was room, but she had turned him down flat. Both were worried about their compatriots, but both knew that it would have to wait until tomorrow. The Wizards would be watching all magical and non-magical forms of communication now. Especially when another group of alarms went off a few hours after they entered Isadora's house and woke them from their sleep.
The evening was a slow drag on their minds. Gerald and Isadora could both sense that they were sensing for specific types of magic, other than Wizard, and there was a tenseness in the city such as hadn't been felt since the great war almost two-thousand years previous.
