Aslan felt his stomach on the walk, mildly surprised to find it still there.

He waved from the window as if he weren’t being strategically creepy, and let himself in.

“Hello, good to see you Crane.”

He shut the door behind him, and glanced to and fro for what ears might be eavesdropping.

“I overheard something that isn’t an official case yet, but – better safe than sorry. Is this a good time, or should I come back later?”