Her father was in the guest room, as expected. There weren't many personal touches in the room, as was the same with the remaining bedrooms, but her father was naked on the bed.
Sarah was completely flummoxed. She'd started out this with some degree of arrogance, and had been able to avoid any particular attachment or care to what they were doing to Ada. However, this was her Daddy. She tried to get him to wake up, knowing from her previous attempts whatever was happening was not going to work, but trying anyway.
She was still trying when a new crew entered the room. They pushed her out of the way, as they might a piece of furniture, gently pushing her back as she tried to move. Laying out a plastic dropcloth, they gave Richard McMillan a buzzcut with an electric razor. Another inserted something into his mouth, and then attached some sort of device around his temples, and activated it. The device glowed, and her father twitched for a second. A few seconds later, Richard rose to his feet, looking around with the same blank expression as the other males, all with the same buzzcut. One of them handed him a jumpsuit, and he put it on.
In perfect synchronization with them, he started to join them in their work, folding the dropcloth, picking up one of the already packed up boxes, and walking out the door, not even looking back.
Sarah gaped.
