Daphne was digging around in the storage room, largely because she had nothing better to do. Henry and Mr. Thompson had left for some meeting that she wasn’t invited to, and she’d completed the short list of tasks she’d been given before they left. After her little time travel experiment yesterday (she’d been amused, but neither her co-worker nor her boss had shared her amusement), she’d been restricted to little more than filing, and Mr. Thompson had even locked her out of the computers.