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Kath threw herself through the doors, nearly knocking over poor Bethberry on her way inside. The reason for this haste was her fear that if she didn't get in fast enough it might be locked to her again, and possibly this time for longer. The sheer horror she had felt the night before when she opened up her e-mail and tried to get onto the beloved site, only to find Error Messages and Secret Internet Languages that she could make head nor tail of, yet knew they were telling her she could not get in.
In grief she left and went to bed hoping that it was simply her computer being it's usual temperamental self, but when she awoke the next day to find that no one could get on all hope left her. The short one tried to comfort her with confusing words about Apache but it was of no avail. She continually tried to get on, beating her mouse against the mat until it squeaked in distress, but nothing would work.
Then, suddenly, the familiar black background appeared. She stared in shock, hardly believing her eyes. She quickly clicked on everything in sight to make sure she wasn't dreaming and the screen stayed open and no nasty blue words appeared. Cheering she returned to her friends and screamed the news at them before running back to the site.
Slowing down as her reminiscing caused her to realise that all was now well again, she stopped just short of the buffet table that had been generously heaped, and helped herself, glad to be back where she belonged.
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