You have offered to babysit Mayday for Peter B. that afternoon. Connie sat with Mayday in their lap as Miguel went over a mission report.

“So next time we encounter this kind of anomaly, we should prob-“

“blalah,” Mayday says, and her little arms suddenly swipe the report off his desk.

“Oh, por el amor de Dios! did you have to bring a baby in here?!” Miguel roared*

Mayday quietened, then tears welled in her fearful eyes.