And then they spoke. Not in chat. Not in voice. In his room.
“Works flawlessly.” “No viruses, trust.” “All heroes unlocked. Even the secret ones.”
Leo tried to alt-tab. Nothing. Ctrl-Alt-Del. Nothing. The game window grew, pixel by pixel, swallowing his wallpaper, his taskbar, his mouse cursor. He pushed back from his chair, but his reflection was back in the monitor—only now, he wasn't Leo.

One of the reason I came to Goa was because of Mr. Mario Miranda. My dream has been fulfilled. The high point of my visit, I grew up with Mario and thank you for printing out the pictures and the lovely gift.