As the digital moon rose over the low-resolution horizon, Kenji didn't reach for the power switch. For the first time in years, he wasn't playing a simulation; he was simply home.

Erika didn't wait for his input. The text scrolled slowly: "Kenji, do you ever wonder if the sky looks the same on your side of the screen?"

Kenji’s hand hovered over the controller. He should turn it off. Instead, he pressed the circle button. "I’m sorry," he whispered to the empty room.