Neonatal Ward, New Albion Hospital, London, April 12, 2154
The old man did not suddenly appear among the tubs full of infant, so much as anyone in a position to notice came to realize that he was there, likely had been there for some time, and his presence was therefore not something to worry about. More beard and hair than face, The fall of white hid most of a nametag, but what could be seen of it may have ended with either an -oon or an -in. He nodded and twitched his beard in what was probably a smile to the duty nurse, then made his way through the maze to peer down at one of the crates.
He froze, a sudden tension in his stooped back, and leaned in closer, peering at the name, then swept out, his beard twitching spastically. It wasn't until he'd made his way to the other side of the soundproofed glass in the viewing area that he began to laugh.
"Jane? JANE? Who's the girl now, Arthur? WHO'S THE GIRL NOW?!"