The night is a fitful parade of the Sink's destruction on replay. Over and over, the fire roars, and Simon's figure melts against the orange backdrop of swift destruction. I managed to demolish it all.

One incorrect move. I wasn't thinking. One stupid moment, and I fucked it all up.

In my half-sleep, I hear Simon enter the pod.

"Dad? Can I get you anything?"

In the darkness, I catch his silhouette settling into the cot.

"No thanks, Honey." He shifts to face the wall.