"Thank you." And she means it. She could do with all the help she can get, really. This story is too big for Sylvia to deal with alone. She smiles, a little tired. "It's getting late. I'm sure this is your best time of day, but I should probably be getting home."

She turns the laptop back around to switch it off, then stands up. There can't be any more news stories about her between now and tomorrow morning, surely, and she'll go mad if she keeps looking at her email feed any longer. Best to sleep on it.