Fed, dry, warm and comfortable, but slightly bored, the child lies quietly on her soft blanket on the floor of the little room. Her stuffed animals keep watch in a circle around her, but she is tired of them. A lazy sunbeam drifts through the window, and she reaches for it, intrigued when her hand goes straight through the golden shaft. She scoots closer and tries again. The rhythmic tapping that has filled the room falters briefly, then begins again. Finally abandoning the light, she rolls onto her back and stares up at a brightly colored mobile that hangs over her accustomed spot. She kicks at it, but it remains just out of reach. The movement of her own feet catches her eye, however, and with an effort she catches her right foot in clumsy hands and stares at it, pink toes spread wide. Deciding a taste-test is called for, she works first her big toe, then the rest, into her mouth. The tapping sound stops suddenly as the man in the chair saves his work and pushes the keyboard away with a satisfied stretch. He works the kink out of his neck, then leans over the arm of his chair with an amused smile. Two pairs of green eyes meet, and one wet foot escapes a broad, toothless grin.