The disk image mounted with a soft thunk . A window opened: the familiar silver-gray interface, the sleek icon of a clapperboard, the words “Install Final Cut Pro” glowing blue.

Maya smiled, renamed the disk image to , and started the next scene.

She launched it.

She leaned back. The file still sat on her desktop — but now it was a door she’d walked through, not a wall.

“Screw it,” she whispered, and double-clicked.