"There must be one here," he agrees. If not a desk, at least something they can work with - a filing cabinet, a laptop with an external hard drive. "Failing that, I'll go to the hospital. They probably don't remember me all that well, but if I say I'm getting things you need, I might be able to get to her papers."

But she has to have documents here someplace. The doorbell chimes just as he's about to say something more about the possibilities.

"I took the liberty of ordering us some lunch," he informs her as he gets up. "We can figure it out after lunch."