Nero: Express 9.0.9.4c Lite -portable-

He didn’t close it. He couldn’t.

Leo closed the box. He ejected the disc. The silver surface was warm, and in its reflection he saw his own gaunt face—bearded, hollow-eyed, older than his thirty-two years. He labeled the disc with a trembling hand: . Nero Express 9.0.9.4c LITE -Portable-

The laser whirred to life. A progress bar inched forward: 1%... 3%... 7%... He didn’t close it

He’d done this a hundred times before. But this time was different. This was the last disc. The last readable spindle of blank CDs he’d found in a RadioShack liquidation crate. After this, the reader would fall silent forever. the reader would fall silent forever.