"Ah! I completely understand," Anne-- Persephone said. She herself had had to get a new carrier when she had moved to Greece to start studying, and understood the problems of phones not working and exorbitant charges. As it was, she thought the price she was paying was a bit much for a smartphone, but that was another matter entirely. She took a piece of paper from her notes on Plato and scribbled down her number, handing it to Fe-- Hecate. "That works," she said, nodding. "Then I'll just save the number, and if we find that the journals aren't working, or something," she paused, searching for the right words, "out of the ordinary occurs, we'll still be able to keep contact. That is to say, if we are here now, there must be a reason; Rhea's never struck me as the type to put us in this predicament just for grins, or to punish anyone, or anything of that nature. I only wish we could find out how to get back to the way we used to be." And by that, of course, she meant more than mortal. Because, of course, mortality had its (very obvious) limitations.