Randall Lenz had felt restless all evening. Why, he couldn’t really say, because if Dr. Richards’ reports were correct — and he had no reason to believe they weren’t — everything seemed to have gone very well that day. Adara Grant’s weather-control experiment with Dr. Woodrow had surpassed everyone’s expectations, and she appeared to have spent a pleasant day after that, socializing with the rest of the test subjects before it was time for her to return to her suite and settle down for the night.
Absolutely nothing had occurred to cause the unease which prickled the back of his neck, that made him pick up his phone and inspect it multiple times in case he’d overlooked an important message. However, there were no missed calls or texts, and even when he checked the email on his home compute
