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[milkbonesoldier]

The door opens onto a quiet, small house in London. It smells faintly of baked goods and other things a bit more difficult to identify. Wells stands in the doorway a moment just inhaling before remembering his manners and stepping to one side. "Machine's upstairs," he says. "Annie keeps it in the bedroom. Anyone who asks gets told it's for the home

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[stopped_signal]

Mr. Universe steps through, taking in the house and trying to catalogue the smells without really thinking about it.

"What's your firewalling like on that machine?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"If that's a blue box that says 'Sonic Wall' on it, with lights on the front and a shitload of ports on the back, then that's what we've got," Wells says. "Philippa's husband bought the setup for Annie, since he's in on me not bein' dead."

[stopped_signal]

Mr. Universe looks at him sideways.

"And what does Philippa's husband do?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Investment banker at Barclay's," Wells says with a shrug. "Not exactly a computer expert, but it's better than any of the rest of us can do."