Not really able to stick her baton under her arm to hold it while she wrote - she didn't want any of what was on it to get on her - she settled for leaning it carefully against the wall before taking up the paper and pen, jotting the number down.

"No, he's not here," she said, while she wrote down her name, as well. "He doesn't even know this place exists. I've no idea how I've managed to hide it for this long - I have a feeling if I cracked and told him I travel through dimensions every few days and tried to show him the door it just wouldn't open up to here. Sometimes even when he's nearby it won't work at all, so I don't think he'd be able to come through. If I tried to tell him he wouldn't rest until he'd figured it out and I don't know if he ever could without proper evidence."