Leo was elbow-deep in a model ship, tweezers in hand, when his phone buzzed against the coffee table.
He stared at the name for a long second. The Umax Astra 5800. A flatbed scanner from another geological era—beige plastic, SCSI interface, and a CCD sensor that had once been considered “prosumer.” He hadn’t thought about that scanner in over a decade.
She replied with a single word: Hero.
Why do you ask?
He looked at his model ship. Then at the Dell Latitude. Then back at the ship.
Tomorrow , he thought. I’ll finish it tomorrow.