To accomplish her task of upgrading the truth telling talismans, Phoebe did not need to return to the cafe. She simply packed her car at a rest stop, rolled up the tinted windows and vanished into the magical space.
The Saxon spirit was waiting for her and both of them got to work, making one hundred eight talismans by hand; Phoebe's hand to be specific. The spirit was responsible for infusing them with energy.
By the time she was done and on the road once again, day was transitioning into night. Birds were searching for comfortable places to spend the night and children were going home from school.
The roads were congested with exhausted people trying to make it home in time. Phoebe was one of them as she had driven all the way from the outskirts.
She could feel even more exhaustion on the way as the evening rush hour had already began to unfold with cars stretching in endless lines.
