He never finished that match. The performance review came and went. Life got loud again.
He clicked.
Then the intro movie. The eagle. The music. The voice: “From the dawn of man… to the edge of forever.”
Two hours later, his daughter woke up crying. His wife groaned. Leo paused the game—one of its few mercies—and went to rock her back to sleep. He stood in the dark hallway, patting a tiny back, smelling baby shampoo.
