The screen glitched. For a moment, he saw a photo of himself as a child, laughing with his mom. Then it pixelated into nothing. He tried to recall the sound of her laugh—and realized he couldn’t. It was just… gone. An empty slot in his mind.
He stood there, breathing hard. Then he noticed the shoebox. All the other burned discs were gone. Only the plain silver one remained, but now it had a new word written on it—in handwriting he didn’t recognize: wii party iso
the announcer whispered, not cheered.