He scrounged through cabinets until he found a decent Sony autofocus. “Ever use one of these things?” he asked her. “Not for years.” He gave her a quick lesson, saying quietly, “Just make a videotape and save your questions for later.” “Gotcha.” She looked through the viewfinder and panned the room. “Is it on?” she asked. “See the display?” “Yeah.” “Then it’s on.” “You sure?” “Just squeeze the trigger and shoot.” He turned on a soft flood, sat down in a comfortable captain’s chair in the lounge, and faced the camera. Jody looked through the viewfinder and focused on Doc looking cheerfully professorial in a freshly donned tweed coat and tie. “When I start to talk, you hold on me, and when I move around, follow and shoot anything interesting. We can always edit this later. All right?” “Okay.” “What we’re doing now is pretty well scripted,” he said. “This is practice for what will happen later tonight. Ready, Jody?” “Yeah.”
