Oh dear! A problem arises...
Something very strange is going on.
This morning when I went to Felicity's cell I believed that she was just asleep and left her alone. I came back an hour later and she hadn't moved. Naturally I was worried and pulled back the blanket a little only to find...NEWSPAPER! Someone had replaced my Felicity with screwed up newspaper, the Australian Financial Review no less!
My assistant, George, and I quickly discovered that the bars on the window were loose, possibly dug out with a nail file. We immediately mounted a search of the grounds but, apart from a few depressions in the lawn where she must have dropped the ball, there was no sign of her.
Has she contacted you? Please, I need to know.