Fifteen Sixteen.

I got a firecall from a staffer in Magical Transportation. They're trying to fix it. Not sure if they'll manage it soon enough.

There's a way to deactivate the lot, apparently. That will inconvenience nearly everyone, but at least I'll be able to stop worrying about any four-year-olds getting dropped into deep water, instead of on the doorstep of a sensible old lady.