"Finding out what's going on." Traya's voice sounded as clear as Tim's did when he was wearing a mask.

Traya sat down at the computer, pressed a few buttons, and the screen turned black and appeared to be replaced by green text overlaying a glowing blue and red irregular spiderweb. Traya let out a long low whistle from between her teeth. "Cissie?" she said, weakly "Don't go online until Thursday." Her fingers started flying across the keyboard and she caught her lip between her teeth. Under her breath, Traya whispered "And what's protecting you?"