Report

"A report?" Penelope's eyebrows threaded together at the mention of a report she was not aware of. "I don't know what you mean."

"Tell me about the Luna," Zagan reclined back in his chair with his hands folded in front of himself. "Tell me about August."

Something prickled at the back of Penelope's skull like part of her brain had fallen asleep and now had pins and needles where it was trying to recover feeling. Her eyes became blurry and she squeezed them shut to try regaining her focus, but no amount of rubbing them was helping.

"What do you want to know?" she found herself asking like some kind of mindless zombie.