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The dialog box on my screen tells me that it's shutting down some program that's running in the background. I use the time to collect my things into my purse and put on my coat.
Finally, the screen goes black. I walk out the door of my glass walled office, and head for the elevator bank. I'm running late to dinner with Tim, and I can't keep doing this to him, lest he think I'm not interested.
While I wait, the ceiling light above my desk shuts off, but the glare from my still on computer screen illuminates my empty chair.
Damn it! I walk back to my office and find on my screen the "blue screen of death" showing an apparent error with my computer. I read the white words to get a sense of what's wrong.
DON'T LEAVE THIS ROOM.
A chill runs through me, but I try to ignore it. I look up toward the elevator waiting area, and notice that the ceiling lights haven't turned off.
I bend over my keyboard and hit Ctrl-Alt-Del, to force the computer to shut down. Another blue screen pops up.
DON'T LOOK UP.
There's something rustling outside my office. I peek over my computer screen. There's nothing there. The computer beeps.
DON'T TURN AROUND.
IT WON'T HURT.
A cold wind swirls around me squeezing, coiling, twisting; wringing the air out of me. A sharp pain on the side of my neck is the last I thing I feel.