Theta was relaxing again slowly, so the snippiness faded out of her voice. Perhaps she was just keeping tighter reign on an inherent snippy nature. "Plays from the past are just as relevant as modern ones, if they're good ones. There's one from my home here..."

The fingers of her free hand ran along the titles, and she pulled out a thin book which she offered out. It was entitled "The Doctor's Wife". "It was written in 1898, but I think it still matters even in the modern world."

She looked over the shelf again and sighed, shaking her head. What was causing the fog? Some of these plays had to be important, but which? And why?