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[shelley_winters]

The house is quiet.

Uncomfortably, oppressively quiet, in fact, but as Shelley sternly reminds herself, still better than it had been with Elan... staring over her shoulder in that way he has where he's not actually doing anything but is still making his presence unbearable. She's sitting in the kitchen, where she had been when he left, staring at

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[woven_threads]

"...Ummm, Shelley?"

The Mayor drummed his fingers lightly on the table. His tongue flicked out the corner of his mouth. It always made him feel bad to call Shelley from home, but it was an emergency! His office was in a surprising amount of disarray.

"So... I ummm... Know what you said about turning on my computer, but I thought there'd be emails and so..."

[shelley_winters]

"...Oh, golly."

Shelley drops her bag and jacket on her chair and scurries over to the Mayor's desk, where his computer is making forlorn beeping noises. Occasionally she wonders if Mister Mayor has some kind of superpower to do with this. Superpower of technological doom.

"Um. What did you press after 'On?'"

[woven_threads]

Another deep breath as he glanced over at the computer as if it were a rabid wolverine. He made a clicking sound with his tongue. This was always one of the toughest part of his job.

"I pushed three keys... twice."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley closes her eyes and takes a breath. Oh dear, oh dear.

"...Which three keys? Show me."