Jones is already shuffling through some of the papers on the table—they have words on them, how could she not. Something—looks like a fairy tale, the way it's written; something about a baker. Normally, she'd not take much notice of it, but her recent dealings with things out of fairy stories makes her more than a little suspicious of the stories themselves. Particularly in locations that are already suspicious. She hands the paper to Cassandra. "Can you make any sense of this? It's not a story I'm familiar with..."

Something else, though, has already caught her eye—a list of names and very familiar-looking numbers. CiD numbers, judging by the format. Oddly, some of them look familiar, although she doesn't know any of the names...