Struggling through the haze, Mary went to her computer.

Well, Joseph and Alice are busy, so I can’t contact them, she reminded herself.

She stared, squinted at her list of AIM contacts. Did she really only have three people added? Why were two of them her ex and his new girlfriend? And who the fuck was razzmatazz?

Shrugging, she messaged the alleged Razz:

She sat there with her head in her hands.

There was no response.