Greg pressed keys at random. He opened Settings. He closed Settings. He restarted the display. Nothing. The mirror world held firm.
The screen performed a lazy, full 360-degree spin—a complete, dizzying revolution—and landed perfectly upright.
He walked to the front, past the stunned interns, and knelt beside the presentation laptop. He didn't touch the mouse. He didn't open a menu. He simply placed his left hand on , and with his right, he pressed and held the Down Arrow for three seconds.
Margaret Stone, unfazed, clicked "Next."
The actual IT guy, a nervous fellow named Greg, was sweating profusely at a laptop in the corner. "I… I think the display driver crashed," he whispered into his headset.
He smiled. The screen wasn't the only thing that had just flipped.
The room gasped.
