Leo clicked.

Not just any Cookie Clicker. The unblocked version. The one that existed in the liminal space between a Google Docs hack and a prayer.

But sometimes, late at night, when the school servers idle and the janitor mops the hallway outside the server room, a single LED on the mainframe still glows a faint, caramel brown. And if you put your ear to the door, you can still hear it.

Leo leaned over. "Jessica?"

Then it corrected itself to zero.