The notice appeared in the corner, the equivalent of the factory siren or the school bell: she could leave. The system switched to home mode and the personalised soft aroma drifted away. If the company was right, her vitals should track an increase in stress. Actually they did, but that was probably because she was booting up her favourite game. The smells of the sea and the pine trees, the faint whiff of wood fires from the campsite. Even before the visuals took over, the smells evoked the game, immersed her. Madeleine remembered exactly what to do. She was back.