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fretted over the boy's psychological state, Victor's worries had more to do with the boy's physical being. When VJ's IQ dropped, then stabilized at what was still an exceptional level, Victor had felt terror. It had taken years for him to overcome his fear and relax. But the Hobbs boy's sudden death raised his fears again. Victor was particularly concerned since the parallels between VJ and the Hobbs boy did not stop with their conception. Victor understood that, like VJ, the Hobbs boy was something of a child prodigy. Victor had been keeping surreptitious tabs on the child's progress. He was curious to see if the boy would suffer as precipitous a drop in IQ as VJ had. But now, Victor only wanted to learn the circumstances of the child's tragic death.
         Victor went to his computer terminal and cleared the screen. He called up his personal file on Baby Hobbs. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, he just thought that if he scanned the data, some explanation for the child's death might occur to him. The screen stayed dark past the usual access time. Confused, Victor hit the Execute button again. Answering him, the word SEARCHING blinked in the screen's lower-right-hand corner. Then, to Victor's surprise, the computer told him there was no such file.
         "What the devil?" Victor said. Thinking he might have made an entry error, Victor tried again, typing BABY-HOBBS very deliberately. He pressed Execute and after a pause during which the computer searched all its storage banks, he got the exact same response: NO FILE FOUND.
         Victor turned off the computer, wondering what could have happened to the information. It was true that he hadn't accessed it for some time, but that shouldn't have made a difference. Drumming his fingers on the desk in front of the keyboard, Victor thought for a moment, then accessed the computer again. This time he typed in the words BABY- MURRAY.
         There was the same pause as with the Hobbs file and ultimately the same response appeared: NO FILE FOUND.
         The door to the office opened and Victor twisted around. Colleen was standing in the doorway. "This is not a day for fathers," she said, gripping the edge of the door. "You have a phone call from a Mr. Murray from accounting. Apparently his baby isn't doing well either and he's crying too."
         "I don't believe it," Victor blurted. The timing was so coincidental.
         "Trust me," Colleen said. "Line two."
         Dazed, Victor turned to his phone. The light was blinking insistently, each flash causing a ringing sensation in Victor's head. This couldn't be happening, not after everything had gone so well for so long. He had to force himself to pick up the receiver.
         "I'm sorry to bother you," Murray managed, "but you've been so understanding when we were trying to get a baby. I thought you'd want to know. We brought Mark to the Children's Hospital and he is dying. The doctors tell me there is nothing they can do."
         "What happened?" Victor asked, barely able to speak.
         "Nobody seems to know," Horace said. "It started with a headache."
         "He didn't hit his head or anything?" Victor questioned.
         "Not that we know of," Horace said.
         "Would you mind if I came over?" Victor asked.
        
         A half hour later, Victor was parking his car in the garage opposite the hospital. He went inside and stopped at the information desk. The receptionist told him Mark Murray was in the surgical intensive-care unit, and gave him directions to the waiting room. Victor found Horace and Colette distraught with worry and lack of sleep. Horace got to his feet when he saw Victor.
         "Any change?" Victor asked hopefully.
         Horace shook his head. "He's on a respirator now."
         Victor conveyed his condolences as best he could. The Murrays seemed touched that Victor had taken the time to come to the hospital, especially since they never