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The view from Harry's hotel room window looked westward toward the waterfront, and on this gorgeous summer morning, it was a magnificent sight. The eastward facing sides of each building reflected the sunlight, and the distant water seemed to sparkle.
Too bad it did little to lift his spirits.
Harry sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over and frowning down at the carpet. “Multi-tool active,” he barked. “Place a breakfast order with the kitchen: bacon and eggs with a side of fruit salad.”
The tool beeped.
Behind him, the door opened, and he heard the familiar sounds of Claire's footsteps as she came stomping into the room. His youngest daughter wore dark blue tights and an oversized white t-shirt as she went to look out on the city. “How long before I can go back to school?” she as
