The morning dawned gray and drizzly, and the gloominess of the atmosphere outside almost convinced Saga to scoot back under the covers and stay huddled there for at least another hour. However, there was work to be done, and an inadvertent time traveler crashed on her couch, so there was no time to waste.

Hence why she had been standing in the kitchen since seven in the morning, eyes closed, one hand extended with the palm facing down, and... glowing blue. The sight might have been unusual to anyone who happened to chance upon her, but she was more concerned with searching for that one tiny nudge that she'd felt yesterday.

[[ figured I might as well start a new thread before we got too far without a clear jump point.]]