But the terminal wasn't finished.

Bobby leaned forward, the hum of the BBS2 suddenly feeling less like a machine and more like a heartbeat. His coffee had gone cold hours ago, but for the first time in years, he didn't need it.

Bobby typed back, fingers clumsy with fear and curiosity. Who is this?

He typed:

BBS2://NIGHTSHIFT.ACK//SOURCE:UNKNOWN//MESSAGE:BOBBY. WE SEE YOU.