Benjamin looked at April, his face betraying the fact that he'd be sad to actually be leaving her, but one that said that rest would be nice. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept. As April spoke, Benjamin leaned forward once again to type, If only we could have the benefit of being there, in real time--together--since we both know now that I was murdered. If only we could go back in time... As the last period was being typed, the lights flickered and sparks flew from the charger port to the laptop. Benjamin jumped back, looking at April fearing that she'd been hurt. But he couldn't see her. All went dark.