They fell down through mountains into the lower foothills, gray pines a pale green, daubed into the forest as if they’d been watercolored. Nearing Sam’s restaurant, which had every video game imaginable, including ones you couldn’t find anywhere else. An antiaircraft one that used actual movies of planes. If you lined up correctly when you fired, the film would cut to footage of a fireball, the plane exploding. Can we stop at Sam’s? he asked. No response.
