Chuck couldn't believe it. It had come in time.
The device, the device of his dreams that would make his life what he had wanted it to be. He looked out the window next to his front door and had watched as the boys had moved boxes and bags into that truck. Clearing out personal effects and then staring on larger furniture. They would have been gone had they not stopped for lunch.
That had been when his package had arrived with the software he had loaded onto his laptop. The program had been slower than he'd liked first rendering a version of himself and his room and then expanding out to the homes around him.
It was when the boys had finished with the loading of the coffee table and gone back toward the house that Chuck had highlighted the truck and deleted it. He moved on from that and deleted the "SOLD" sign from the front yard.
When he saw that the boys and their dad were all in the same room, he had clicked pause on each of their icons.
The images stood stock still in the pixel-rendered room and Chuck began navigating all sorts of dropdown menus and icons.