That woman, the doctor, she...” Zoey shook her head, trailing off. “She’s been at this a while,” Noah said dryly. “The mess wasn’t your fault. Can you say what happened? Before she came. Was there anything strange?” He looked like he was busy with what he was doing, but Lindsay could feel him listening for something. Zoey’s face scrunched up, and she picked her nails as she thought about what Noah was asking. “The punch clock broke again. It’s supposed to interface with the computers, but it’s glitchy, and it wiped out all my hours for the second time this month. I got screwed out of money I needed last time it happened.” She looked uncomfortable. “It was funny at first, with the computers acting weird, but I got scared. I could see what was in my head spilling out everywhere, on the screens, over the speakers. And then everything kind of...went crazy.” “That sounds about right.” Noah shrugged and looked over his shoulder at Lindsay. “The focus is rare, but the rest seems normal for someone raised mundane.”
