And the screen flickers as the program is compiled - and he snaps out of his dreamy state to focus once again on the task at hand. The program is almost finished, but still needs some tuning and adjustments before it can be handed off to the client, next week if all continues according to "schedule".
A white van drives slowly through the rainy street, then it turns around and speeds up - going back to the house it came from. Maybe the driver forgot something, maybe the passenger needed to make a stop before they went away. He muses on the possibilities as his head is slowly adjusting itself to being awake rather than just standing up. Last night was a distant, but overall pleasant, memory. Food, friends and no fights. First one, then suddenly two crows work their way across the hillside - heading into the valley, perhaps for shelter or simply to fly.
AS he clicks, everything goes black.
...and he said There really is a way
