"God, you’re right." Geraint said. "I realize now. What the frag–Oh, idiot, idiot!" He thumped a clenched fist into midair. "There was something I forgot. Better late than never, I hope." He began frantically keying in instructions to a souped-up laptop sitting demurely beneath the lowlight lamp on his smaller study desk, rapping in passwords and ID. Within a minute or so he had his answer.