He taught me how to read people’s eyes. To get directions directly from their brains. It was really the only way to get through the labyrinth of the surreal dream world he’d created on his modified Wii ©.
We’d been playing non-stop for about 6 hours. Strange how time just kind of stretches like a rubber band, I thought to myself at one point. I took my visor off. But the scene hadn’t changed. There I was, still in the surreal citadel, standing on the terrace just below the useless water wheel.
“John!” I shouted frantically.
“Maria! Where are you?” he replied.
“Down on the terrace … but I took my viewer off!” my voice quivered as I continued, “But the scene … I’m still in the game!”
“Oh my God! Nooooo!” I heard the long fading echo of his voice … then silence.
I realized I was alone.
Photo credits: MC Escher – Waterfall