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[dontlooklisten]

So far as Whistler knows, Suzi is still upstairs. Not sleeping- she doesn't sleep long, never has- but upstairs. Everyone needs some alone time, after all, and he's fine with that. That's why he's down here, with someone who is sleeping- someone of the small, furry, brown persuasion, curled up in a basket at his feet, snoring while he carefully picks his way through the circuitry necessary to make a remote-controlled CD player respond to sound as well as to infrared.

It's trickier than it looks, but that might just be him.