"Stupid thing," she muttered, and then remembered the key. Her laptop manufacturer, in its infinite wisdom, had decided that Printscreen was a secondary function. So she held down Fn , tapped PrtSc , and waited.
The screen flickered. Just once. Then went dark. printscreen button on laptop
Lena slammed the laptop shut.
Her gaze snapped back to the screen. The photo had changed. The figure was closer now—right behind her captured self, leaning in as if looking at the screen too. And this time, it had a face. It was her face. Same hair. Same glasses. But the expression was wrong—a grin stretched too wide, eyes empty. "Stupid thing," she muttered, and then remembered the key