This morning, I found myself in Lana's room, taking advantage of the opportunity to catch up with her. I did my best to dance around the topic of my impending travels. Instead, I shifted my focus to finding out more about the curse that had befallen her.
"Did you come in contact with anything unusual in the days leading up to the onset of your symptoms?" I asked her.
"No, not really," she replied.
In a sense, maybe that question wasn't the best interrogative route, so I decided to approach the topic from a different angle.
"Can you think of anything that happened in the days before you got sick?" I asked.
Lana took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Well, now that you mention it, there was this terrible cup of tea that Arthur and I had the day before my vision started to deteriorate."
This was progress, but merely in the early stages. "And?" I needed more information to arrive at a plausible conclusion.
