Upon learning a myriad of information over the last forty-eight hours, Jess was having a hard time sleeping, having feared the worst since he hadn't heard back from S on the 25th. Now with the new information that she was indeed missing, who she was, that they had met just before she disappeared and that an illegal portkey was the cause, he'd been thankful for the distraction work had provided. He'd badgered Gabe into giving him all the information he could, but even his brother had his limits on what he knew and what he could share.

His morning had started early- but he hadn't exactly been asleep when the summons had come in around three this either. By the time the debacle as was solved it was still considered pretty early in the morning when he arrived at St. Mungo's with one of the affected in tow. The spell gone wrong had been a sleeping charm gone awry and caused some interesting side effects, ones he thought better seen to by a trained healer.

After settling the patient in the spell damage ward, it occurred to him that by coincidence he was near to his new acquaintance and that she was was in fact somebody he knew already- at least professionally and so he inquired as to the whereabouts of Miss Skovgaard. He was informed she was just down the hall at her desk and Jess meandered that way without really thinking about it. "Miss Skovgaard?" He inquired as he paused at the door to her office. "Jesse Hatchitt, we've been corresponding about Miss Abernathy these last couple days." He hoped his sudden presence wasn't a disturbance, but he was curious. "I haven't any news unfortunately, what about you?"