The Caster glided quickly towards the woods with Regulus in tow. As she went, she reflected on the events of the past few minutes. She had been sure Sir would squeal on her, knew the man hated coffee, and was aware that Sir always gave correspondents twenty minutes to get to a spur of the moment meeting. The conclusion? Sir would call Alaska and Yukon almost immediately after she made her final departure from his home and tell them to meet him in twenty minutes at the place he would least likely go to - the Coffee Shop. It was child's play. At least for the observant. And no one beat the Caster at that game.