Smith twists in his seat. He must know he is safe in the car. He could not be more accompanied if he were in the middle of a ballroom. Well, the Inspector amends, he is actually not safe, but unless he knows something specific about this situation, he should assume that he is. Just as the Monkey King never left the palm of the Buddha, so Oliver Smith is even now held in the arms of his electronic mother, as safe as anyone in the world.