Ang came into the conservatory to get out of the bright lights of the mocha. It seemed in here was softer, the lighting less harsh, and she left Alec in the surprisingly long queue for this time of night to get her a cup of tea. She hadn't been in here for a while, and was surprised to hear the rustling when there was no breeze. "Hello? Mr Cat? Is that you? Emma will be cross if you're not on her bed, you know that right?"