Altair: Since you’re here, let’s do something fun.

Foxglove: You know I’m on the clock, right?

Altair: Just say it took longer than you thought it would to fix. I mean, I’m your witness so it’s not like anyone will ever find out about it.

Foxglove: I guess I could stay for a little while.

Altair: Come on, climb up here with me.

Foxglove: What are you going to—whoa!

Foxglove: Altair, what I’m trying to say is there’s no way that would randomly happen. Someone would have to have done it to the computer.

Altair: Would you believe me if I said I did it on accident?

Foxglove: Not for a second. Look, it doesn’t matter if you did it or not. I’m just not sure why you would do it.

Altair: Maybe…I, kind of, wanted… to see you again?

Foxglove: Wait? What?

Altair: It’s just so boring around here and I had a lot of fun the last time you were here. 

Foxglove: You could have just asked me.

Altair: It’s not that simple.

Altair: Sure, Fox, what’s up?

Foxglove: Did you…sabotage the computer?

Altair: Why on earth would you think that?

Foxglove: Normally if you have some kind of a virus that starts deleting files it will do it pretty systematically. There were files missing but they were…random. It’s like someone went in there and just started deleting things.

Altair: That does sound strange.

Altair: Thank you for coming on such short notice. Promise, I won’t make it a habit.

Foxglove: Really, it’s no problem at all.

Altair: I really don’t know what happened. I was just working on the report and it just crashed on me all of the sudden.

Foxglove: I’ll take a look. I’m sure I’ll get it up and running for you in no time.

Altair: Hi dad, so I was working on that research report on Simstagram impact public opinion of business and the computer complete freaked out.

Altair:

Altair: I already tried rebooting it… that too. None of the usual workarounds are working. The screen is blue and it keeps making this high pitched squeal.

Altair:

Altair: What about the guy you had come over last time? 

Altair: Yes, that one. 

Altair: Why not? 

Altair: Dad, it’s not like you’re sending a mafia hitman over to the house. Besides, I’m a grown woman. I’m pretty sure I can handle one tech guy.

Altair: Are you listening to yourself? You’re being paranoid. I mean, I guess I could just walk all the way down to the public library to finish this assignment for you.

Altair: … Okay, thanks. What’s his number? I’ll go ahead and give him call. 

Altair: Love you, daddy, bye.