Frustrated and irritated at this whole game, I attempt to muster up a pitch somewhere in the vocal range of intimidating. “It’s actually Mister Alex Paige!” I gruff.

…But all it does it is make Riley giggle.

“Sorry!” she laughs apologetic, “This is what I was talking about, doc. I didn’t see her talk like that in years—err, I shouldn’t be saying anything…Sorry.” She mimes a zipper over her lips, and the doctor nods in approval.