In the stillness of the night, at the end of the working week when the crowd has gone to sleep, when the clicking of a keyboard and the whirring of a PC fan mask the city's night sounds, when the clocks strike one in all the homes unlucky enough to have noisy chiming clocks, when the sun shines on the other side of our not quite flat earth, when the international data conduits slosh terabytes from node to node, when relaxed conversations ebb and flow between the antipodes...
My connection dies.
Where are you, LNK indicator?
Why the blank expression, RXD?
Conversation sundered.
"Bother!" said Virge.