Error. Cannot locate Monitor. Press F1 to continue. The tall lanky man sat easily on the overstuffed chair. His relaxed demeanour was not matched by his voice which brimmed with disappointment. “I don’t think she’s coming.” Across from the first man sat a much larger one. As he sat on an equally overstuffed couch alongside two red haired women, he leaned forward in eagerness and hopefulness. “No. She’s gotta come. Maybe she just… you know, doesn’t know.” By the window stood a third woman. Her hair was a vibrant purple. She peered absently out the window to the sprawling grounds of the Claremont Academy. In a distracted voice she responded. “It’s Emi. She already knows. She’s not coming.” The large man persisted. “Without Navigatrix, we need her. She’ll come.” The first of the red haired women spoke. She sat next to the large man with a hand resting across his leg in easy familiarity. “Then where is she?” “…” The large man remained stubbornly silent. “?” It was more a subt...