She looked at him.
His head was still firmly in his hands as he sat across the room. where the two of them had desperately been searching for a solution, for several hours.
Then, inspiration hit her. She ran through the idea internally before electing to voice it. It passed the internal monologue test, and it was time to commit publicly.
"I've got it...," she began, "what if we, simply, turned off the computer?"
His head slowly lifted, and he turned towards her.
For the briefest of seconds, it seemed as if she'd solved it. But, just as soon as the joy had begun to rise, it was brought back down to earth with a massive thud.
"But, the computer is how we look at cat pictures," he said.
"Oh right," she agreed. "Forget that then, we need those."
The thinking process started over, once again.
