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“Elena?” he called out.

The TV died.

She was supposed to be at a sleepover.

The game loaded without loading. One second, the menu. The next, he was standing in a hallway that looked exactly like his own—same wood-paneled walls, same scuff marks on the baseboard—except the perspective was wrong. He was looking at the back of his own head. He was controlling himself. chd ps2