Oh. Jane hadn’t thought about that. David didn’t look too much older—but then again, a lot could happen in a month. Or a year. Or however much difference was between him and the David she knew.

“I’m not the first,” she repeated. “I’m—oh. Oh, this is bad. Very bad. I don’t know if it was because of our porter or yours, but this … Is there any way to see if it’s behaving unusually? Or malfunctioning? If someone has tampered with it?”