He looked at the shortcut again. It wasn't just an icon. It was a trapdoor, a teleporter, a chain that stretched from his living room to a desk sixty miles away.
He double-clicked.
Tomorrow, he knew, he would double-click again. remote desktop shortcut
He closed the window instead.
The fluorescent lights vanished. The office ghost evaporated. He was back in his quiet, dimly lit room, the rain tapping on the window. He looked at the shortcut again