TSC had just magically came to life all of a sudden. Out of Alan’s computer.

Alan walked into his office one dreary Thursday morning, coffee in his hands, warming him up, when he spotted a child sitting on his desk, swinging his legs.

He almost dropped his coffee.

“WHAT THE F#%K?!” He yelled. TSC covered his ears, recoiling. Alan immediately put down his coffee and looked at the child in disbelief. “Who… where did you come from?!”