She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper. " [. . . ] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!
It is possible to reclaim your future, to build a happy life despite an imperfect past. We can order the universe to our will and mind.