Lee was sitting at his desk, staring moodily at a graph that Dr. Childe had left with him: the results of the Orbital Computing Center's extrapolation of the wave patterns broadcast by the machine.
The phone buzzer sounded. Without taking his eyes from the graph, Lee flicked the phone on.
"Are you busy right now?"
He looked up and saw Elaine's face on the screen. "No, not really," he answered. "Come on in."
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
As soon as she came through the door he knew that something was wrong. She was trying too hard not to look concerned.
"What's up?" he asked her.
She shrugged and sat down in front of the desk. "I just thought we might talk for a while."
"In my office?"
"It concerns official business."