-hcls- Your Name -

It hovered at the top of her screen, replacing the usual carrier signal. She swiped it away. But it came back the next morning. And the next.

-HcLs- Call home.

She ignored it for three weeks, until the second line appeared beneath the first. -HcLs- Your Name

Then it changed.

The screen went dark for one heartbeat. Then a single line appeared, in letters too large for the old display: It hovered at the top of her screen,

End of draft. Want me to continue this into a full short story or turn it into a script-style opening? -HcLs- Your Name