The following message was found scrawled in anxious typeface on Tony's laptop. We can only assume that Jenny meant for it to reach the world.

I came home to one of the most depressing sights I could have imagined: a blue screen of death...

I don't know why or how or how it can be fixed, but everything's gone wrong. Windows has flown the coop. Only blackness lies beyond the start-up screen. And Windows setup whispers tidings of corrupted hard drives...

I would cry if tears could solve software problems.

I just don't know...

Damn.
Damn.
Damn.