You decide to sit down at your source interpreter and do something else for a while. Oh, you can catch up on your correspondence.
You greet the angels and ask if anyone has written a letter for you in the last day. Looks like one of the crooked merchants you sell information to is angry that you've cancelled all your standing arrangements due to the imminent end of the world. You don't bother writing back. They'll figure it out in a couple of hours. Speaking of, one of your long-term marks wants to talk to you.