Part Three
"I'm starting to hate that doorbell," said Vic, as she walked quickly to their new apartment's door in response to said bell.
This time the caller was a clean but scrawny man perhaps in his mid-thirties.
"Hey. You changed your WiFi password," he said, with no preamble.
"No, it's the same one we've always used with this router."
"Then why can't I get on?"
"Well, you shouldn't be able to. Our WiFi has always been private, even before we moved in here last week."