“All of it,” I say.
Leo Fletcher was not looking for a door. He was looking for his missing skateboard. But the basement of 14 Elm Street had other plans.
“All of it?”
The screen flickers. Then:
The progress bar appears. But this time, it doesn’t move. Instead, new text crawls across the screen—not in the word processor window, but directly over the prompt, like it’s been waiting for this moment.
I type SA.
“All of it,” I say.
Leo Fletcher was not looking for a door. He was looking for his missing skateboard. But the basement of 14 Elm Street had other plans.
“All of it?”
The screen flickers. Then:
The progress bar appears. But this time, it doesn’t move. Instead, new text crawls across the screen—not in the word processor window, but directly over the prompt, like it’s been waiting for this moment.
I type SA.