On the morning of June 16th -- the day after a breach fades -- Laura still meets Ford at their regular table for breakfast, and slides her tray onto the table as she sits down across from him.

"Your birthday was yesterday," she states simply, quietly, with a complete lack of fanfare. It's kind of a question, in the way that Laura phrases her questions like statements, and she looks to him with an expectation that he'll either confirm (not necessary; it's in his file) or elaborate on his own feelings on the subject, to the extent that he has any at all.