Imogen opened a new browser window. The cat jumped onto her lap and settled into a warm loop. She had less than four minutes until Steve finished his exercises (if you could call them that) and came in from the yard. With swift keystrokes, she brought up the first profile, then the second, toggling between tabs to absorb the afternoons updates. She clicked through three new photographs, feeling her nervous system lift and settle as each image slid into place. The last picture showed the other couples baby, scrunching its red face.