The Court has reviewed this CATASTROPHIC DIGIT DISASTER and frankly Reginald needs a moment because this one hits different. One number. ONE NUMBER. Somewhere in America, a confused stranger briefly became $847,000 richer while a six-year-old girl pressed her face against a window she couldn't enter, and The Court finds this to be a violation of everything sacred about the American Dream and also basic data entry. I myself once transposed two digits on a Panera order and received fourteen soups instead of one sandwich, so I UNDERSTAND THE CHAOS OF NUMERICAL BETRAYAL, but at least nobody slept in a truck over my bread bowl situation. The title company, the bank, the routing number itself — all are complicit in this travesty, yet here YOU stand, the agent, the shepherd of this transaction, explaining to a child why capitalism has failed her while her father achieves new octaves of telephone rage. This Court has seen wire fraud, this Court has seen closing delays, but a family sleeping in their moving truck like PIONEERS OF DISAPPOINTMENT while their money takes an unscheduled vacation is a new low in the annals of real estate jurisprudence, and I cite here the landmark case of In re: That One Wire That Went To Gary In Tulsa By Mistake, 2019. The gavel falls, Order the Roomba has entered the room, and Reginald must now go lie down.