Zelda grasped the tea and inhaled, closing her eyes for the familiar jolt of her English breakfast blend and the bitter fruitiness of brandy. She took a lingering sip of the tea, hoping for the same warming effect she was trying to get from her bath. She kept her eyes closed and tried to find the words for the feeling in her brain, or to describe the interview, or to ask what she ought to do next.

What she said was: "I'm scared."