The weight in Elias's hand grew warmer. The game camera panned to the digital front door. Something was tapping on the other side.

He moved the character—an identical digital twin of himself—through the hallway. The physics were uncanny. He could see the slight scuff marks on the floorboards where he’d dragged his bike last week.

Elias didn't look at the screen anymore. He stared at his real front door. The handle began to turn.