[Lizzie really should have been making rounds or something, being a Junior Counselor and everything. But her Macbook was running on nothing but its barely nonexistent battery power, and was already down to 15%. Frightened, disoriented preteens had to take a backseat.

The power was out, and her baby was dying. Lizzie felt completely justified in praying to the ghost of Steve Jobs.]

Oh dear sweet god why did I never master Mediumship…? Come on, I know you’re there Jobs, I want my Customer Service Support.