["Emily,"] came the voice in her earplug. ["Right with you."] David stopped struggling with the baby’s tote and reached up to adjust his volume. His eyes, like hers, hidden behind the gold-fretted videoshades. Laura felt nervously for her passport card, wondering what customs would be like. Airport hallway hung with dusty posters of white Grenadian beaches, ingratiating grinning locals in fashion colors ten years old, splashy holiday captions in Cyrillic and Japanese katakana.