Somehow Claudia had ended up explaining copying machines and printers to Moist, she really should have stopped when his eyes went all shiny. The thing was that the warehouse printers and copiers seemed to be possessed or something and it was her job to fix them. He just kept asking good questions until somehow he knew how they worked.

The day he came in with a document he needed a clean copy of, she said yes, because he'd listened to her and it was only one copy.

Maybe if she hadn't been pulling an all-nighter due to a cable station that appeared to be controlled by the ghost of Orson Welles through his old microphone, she would have thought more about it. Later when she recalled how he grinned and kissed her on the cheek, she worried just what had she copied for him.