Rose gets a strange text. The Artichoke is as helpful as ever. And then tells Rose to destroy her phone. Looks like somebody wants us to investigate something off the east coast of Scotland. No clue as to what, of course, because that useless vegetable is probably going to refuse to clarify at all.
And that pattern of numbers... I'm trying to find their prime factors. *Wrinkles nose* I hate doing this sort of thing from scratch. Useless decade. Give it time and humans'll have computer programs that do it as easily as they can multiply. These days? No such luck. And writing one would probably take longer than trial and error.
So... anyone want to sit and divide 100889 by prime numbers until they find its factors? Anyone? No one at all? I'll be very grateful? I'll even let you make comments about my sex life without being snarky for at least a week?
*Sits back and runs hand through hair* Rose has cake. This should make my evening a lot more pleasant. And as lovely as she is, and as much as she tells me she likes watching me at work, I give it five minutes before she finds something better to do...