And then her pen ran out.

She gave chase down the hallway and collared it just before it reached the front door.

On receiving a curt reminder of its commitment to stick around for a minimum of four years,

And submitting to a vigorous shake that rammed the point home,

The pen sulkily agreed to give it another go.

But after just 10 minutes, the pen ran out again.

This time she let it go.

It was the write time.