“I’m… waiting for the signal to come back,” Phoenix distractedly replied as he surveyed the damage. He stepped into the office and immediately went for the bookcase, which laid in shambles on the floor, the books scattered all around. He bent down and picked one up, but the pages promptly fell out of their binding and hit the floor with a thud. He frowned. Those books were Mia’s. That made them irreplaceable.

“Cross spent a few weeks here,” he finally said, dropping the book cover as he turned to Tyki. “Would that have any bearing on it?”