It was only a few minutes past eight, but Helena had been up for almost two hours. She was just pouring her tea into a styrofoam cup when her cell phone vibrated on the table. Knowing it was her reminder alarm to head to work, she pocketed the small silver rectangle and headed out the door of her flat, down the stairs, and out onto the already-bustling street. She headed down towards the clothing store she managed with her now-very-usual impassive expression.