The room was full of dust and sunlight. She brought up the list of all the networked computers in the house and stared at it for a long time, her fingers tapping the table. Which computer held the information she wanted? Not the antiquated learning slabs tucked away in boxes in the hall closet, not the cheap laptop where her mother had filed all her recipes. One of the laboratory computers. Maybe the one Finn had kept in his room. Cat scrolled through the list until she found the lab computers, until she found one labeled with nothing but a string of numbers. Finn wouldn't have bothered giving his computer a name. She tapped the icon. It was Finn's computer: here was a robotic diagnostic program, here was the video chat program he had used when she went away to college. A folder of unfinished code she only half-understood. A collection of images saved from the Internet: ballet dancers and Barnett Newman paintings, photographs of the city skyline lit up at night, a shot of the band that had played at the Stella rent party, so long ago it may as well have been another lifetime, when Cat made the decision to marry Richard.
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