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Leopold had taken to pacing his room, holding the screen before him, when he wanted to think. He would have preferred a walk in a pleasant park somewhere, but he would settle for his room. Yesterday, he had found footage of a bubbling stream, complete with the near-white-noise of water frothing over boulders, but when he played this on his wall screen in an attempt to imbue some atmosphere, he found it too much of a distraction, and he returned to plain walls. Maybe that helped him focus on the screen in his hands.
It was as he paced that Genna knocked and entered, and for a moment Leopold felt embarrassed, although he was not sure why. It was almost a relief when Genna indicated that he should join him on the sofa.
Yet something was wrong. The way Genna sat, slightly too far f
