Say perchance that:
The moon was in AQUARIUS; the evening of wine drinking and intellectual conversation with Will had left Sydney feeling all but energetic the following day.
you straighten the magazines on your table, staking them two, maybe three on top of each other. look over to notice that the stereo had been left on. drunken stupor. change the CD and go into the kitchen to put the dishes away. smile at Francie's coffee cup in the sink: GODDESS in sparkling silver letters. you finish and start to walk back into the living room…the phone rings. "Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza" click.
sit the phone down. going now would be best. satisfied with the house thoroughly straightened, you grab your keys, lock the door in three places, head for your car, and drive. your car could use a clean-up. 2:15 pm on the dash. how you come when you're called, Sydney Bristow. pull into the drugstore, counting the cars, wondering which one was Vaughn's. how ridiculous. you go inside, down the toothpaste aisle, you bend down; behind you, Vaughn, holding a bottle of mouthwash. "The green kind's better."
"Syd, K Directorate has blown up the Banco Finatia in Portugal." cut to the chase - makes the uncomfortable chatter less necessary.
"Why would they want to do that?" you shrug your shoulders, turning around completely.
"A safe-deposit box in Banco Finatia, we've recently learned, housed vital intel on K Directorate's international constituents. We have reason to believe they found out about our knowledge, blew up all traces of it's existence, and plan on depositing it at some other unknown location." his voice jumped at the end of his sentences. look him in the eye. "Syd, we need to get that intel. Before it gets lost for another half-century."
you look back down at your toothpaste. Colgate; good stuff. "We're off to Portugal then?" your voice jumped at the end; you clear your throat.
"Look. I know you had the weekend off or whatever. I'm sorry. This is just a perfect time to do this with virtually no risk of SD-6 finding out you were gone." you want to go.
"No really, it's ok. I've actually been bored at my place, believe it or not." you let out a reassuring chuckle; toothpaste in hand, you rise, "I, um, I….need to actually get this. The airport then? I need to swing home first, leave Franice a note. Meet there?" Vaughn nods, you turn away from him as you go to the register, pay, and leave.
holding the pen to the paper, you think how much Francie will need someone to talk to when she gets back. you can get back on Sunday night if all goes well, right? of course. FRANCIE: I'M SO SO SORRY I HAVE TO LEAVE. THE BANK HAS THIS THING I'VE GOT TO DO. HOPE MOM WASN'T TOO UNBEARABLE. LET'S HAVE DINNER WHEN I GET BACK. LOVE YOU, Sydney.