She trembled violently, jerking from her seated position at her workbench where she'd drifted off for the umpteenth night, a scream choking off in her throat. She stared, sightlessly, out the window of her workshop, then blinked once, twice, three times.
"Gosh!" she said, yawning. "I need to have this chair automated so it reclines into a horizontal position when I fall asleep. That's four this week," she murmured absently. She began to rummage among the plans on her bench in front of her. "Didn't I start work on that five point six times already? I don't quite remem-"
Gadget froze, staring at the scrap from one of her plans in her hand.
Directly across the middle, perfectly centered, was her handwriting. If she had taken an hour to write the two words, she might have been able to match the precise lines. Still, it was most definitely hers- she knew it without doubt or hesitation.
IT
Her hand began to shake uncontrollably.