Who: Voicemail for Jacob Anser.
What: "You have two unheard messages."
When: Almost immediately after Rick's
post.
[The first message consists of a surprised noise, awkward introductions, repetitive and desperate entreaties for the professor to pick up if he's listening, then a sudden silence. Click.]
[Two minutes later, the second message. Her voice sounds remarkably firm and stable.]
Hello, Anser? It's Cygna. Jones. I think this counts as an emergency. [...] Rick is back on the journals, and he says he's in Canakkale, heading for Istanbul. It's not safe where he is. I think he wants to try to get to Israel, so you'll have to tell him where Riva lives. He doesn't sound like he's in good shape. There's [...] mud, and more blood. Not as much as before, though, so I hope that's something good. I'm going to keep calling you, and I'm going to phone Velvet in a moment and tell her to find you if she can, even if it means breaking down your door at the Pen or at the university or even at your house.
I don't know what sort of trouble he's gotten himself into, but I expect you to help get him out of it.
'Bye.
[Click.]