Emma's father gets the phone call just after lunch on a Saturday. The Indian company he's been trying to attract has a VP in town, and would he like to set up a meeting? (Yes. Yes, he would, yes please and thank you.) So he and Emma rush into his office, and Emma waits outside the lobby while her father scrambles to collect paperwork, contracts, whatever it is he needs for this deal.

Usually, it only takes him five minutes to do this kind of thing. But this deal is last minute, and after twenty minutes, Emma's restless. Jerhattan's gotten a lot of rain recently, and the bench by the door is too wet to sit on, so she's just leaning awkwardly against the wall while she waits. There isn't even anyone to talk to; the office is totally dead on weekends. So Emma dips a toe in a nearby puddle and starts drawing patterns on the ground. It's something to do, at least.