The view from the Embassy residence.
Ragnild: That’s definitely Astrid Rødlund! And she’s practically right next to our wing! I can’t tell who she’s with. Wish I had a telescope, not just opera glasses . . .
You gotta go see her, Iona! Fly yourself down there. It’s your only chance!
Iona: My chair only hovers — it doesn’t go that high.
Ragnild: You never know until you try!
Iona: Ragnild, stop — I don’t think this is a good ide–
Iona: Uuuugh . . .
Agent D (thinking): That sounded like a child . . . But it’s not part of my mission unless (until?) the vampires get involved.
Guard: What was that yell?
Captain Sigrún: I’ll check it out.
Astrid: A mysterious noise . . . ?
Imri: Yes! Or, as us authors would call it, a “plot hook.”