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I’d been watching Imogen sleep for most of the morning, through the fuzzy green night vision of Dorm Cam Two. All that time, she’d been lying on her side, facing out, with the duvet pulled up under her chin. That’s how she always slept, although when she slept like that at home, she’d usually do it turned away from me, facing the wall. This meant that by watching Imogen on a computer screen and from 8,383 miles away, I’d learned more about how my wife looked sleeping than I ever did from lying next to her in bed. Something about that made me think of the trouble scientists have studying very small things in laboratories.

I drained my ‘I ♥ coffee’ mug and glanced across at the answerphone on the desk.

It just sat there being quiet and unremarkable.

I set the mug down and scrubbed my fingers through my hair.

On-screen, the duvet rising and falling with my wife’s breathing and a slight digital fuzzing were the only things to give the image away as a live feed and not a flat, dead picture. And, as none of the webcams had sound, the scene was utterly silent too.