There's a note left for the ex-Queen of Summer at the High Striker, Iron Spear's seat of power within Funderland.
"Circe,
I think there's a lot I don't understand right now, and not just about shooting. Besides, good things seem to happen when we meet over drinks, so - want to have some at the Tavern? Call or text me
Abraham"
A phone number is scribbled underneath the lettering. And - of course - an iris that seems freshly picked is attached.