"I like the forest at night." She said, a little wistfully. "But it looks like the sun's beat me to it."

She took out a mini sketchpad from her pocket and hurriedly scribbled something. When she was done she closed her eyes, passed her hand over it, and in that hand was suddenly a small, writhing thing, rough around the edges like it had just stepped out of the Take On Me video but perfect for bait. "Here. Maybe this will help."