She has a laptop. Not old, but a cheap one. A "project" machine. She opens the tray. The ghost feels the soft, plastic click of its prison opening for the first time in a decade.
The calm, blue sea of the setup screen appears. The girl watches the text scroll by, a language older than she is. She follows the prompts. Accepts the license agreement. Creates the partition. Formats it. Microsoft Windows XP Professional -SP2-.iso
The timer ticks down. 39 minutes... 18 minutes... 5 minutes... She has a laptop
Joy.