I spent an hour looking up other jobs. I'd had a small nibble on a resume I'd sent out, but they wanted to hire me for half of what I'd gotten paid before, so I thanked them for their interest, but declined.

I also thought about who I might know of the people who'd gotten laid off with me, who might, just might, be interested in renting their womb out to a wolf pack. I came up with six other possible names of single women of child bearing age, but inquiries had put one of them moving home with her parents (hey, it happens, unfortunately), one had gotten engaged and...