The screen flickered. A progress bar began to crawl across the center of the monitor. 10%... 45%... 82%. Arthur gripped the edge of his desk. He thought of the day he met his wife in the rain; that story was in there. He thought of the day Elena was born; that was in there too.
"Just download a program to make it a PDF, Grandpa," she had said over the phone.
He realized then that "Download Make pdf" wasn't just a command. It was a bridge. He attached the file to an email and sent it to Elena. Minutes later, his phone buzzed.