Sitting behind his laptop
After a long and nerve-wracking night, dawn was finally there. The soft light that streamed through his window would normally ease him into the day, but now he bolted out of bed instantly. His first thought was of the camera. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, John sat down at his computer and plugged in the footage from the night before. His hands felt clammy against the keyboard as he navigated to the files.
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