Belle was delighted that her father was going to the lab.  It was much easier to walk in with him than slipping in unnoticed. His secretary informed him that the Spanish Ambassador had confirmed the appointment and would be there within the hour.  Belle asked her to send a message to her new, blue PDA when he arrived.  She waited impatiently, but quietly, while her father quickly looked through the mail, then followed him to the lab.<br/><br/>As soon as they entered, she made her way to Roscoe, one of the lab assistants.  Roscoe was a cheerful worker, close to Annabelle’s own age.  They had hit it off the first time they met, and it was Roscoe who most often showed her what she needed to see.  She paid little attention to where her father was—she was in her own world now.<br/><br/>“What’s up?” she asked him as they slapped each other’s palm.  Roscoe showed her a new assignment he had received to create a nanobot that could detect different types of metal in the blood stream, sending data to the lab if the amounts were out of balance, such as too much iron.  Belle bombarded him with questions and the two of them were cocooned in their own world as Roscoe worked.<br/><br/><br/>