When he located it, he headed in that direction and unintentionally dropped his hands loudly on the desk when he reached it. The receptionist, who had been busy at her workstation, looked up in surprise when he thumped onto her desk. “Oh! Are you all right?” “I’m looking for my wife,” Calvin said. “Maria Rios. Someone I spoke to said there were a number of unidentified women here…” The receptionist nodded, and one arm pointed down the corridor. “First door to the right, you can see it there.” “Thank you,” Calvin mumbled, and moved on. He reached the door, which slid open upon his approach, and he stepped inside. He found he was in a large room full of chairs, small tables, and status screens on the walls. There were literally scores of people in the room, sitting alone or in groups, waiting for he didn’t know what. “Maria?” Calvin called out. Many people looked up at the sound of his voice, but no one responded. He began to move through the room, occasionally blinking hard to clear his sleepless eyes, and examined the people he passed.
