“I’ve got the login portal,” I said.

“Use your military ID number as the temporary password,” Greg said.

I typed in the digits.

The screen flashed gray and then sharpened into a high-definition color picture.

The view showed my front porch in Oak Ridge.

The concrete steps looked clean.

The red brick front of the house stood out clearly in the afternoon light.

A potted fern sat beside the welcome mat.