"I'm the top score on Dance Dance," Nate said proudly. They were walking toward town, where a small but busy arcade sat. Nate led the way inside, pushing around the after school rush.

"Turner!" He shouted to a greasy looking guy running the counter. "We brought a friend. Whatcha' got for us?"

The guy turned around, a sad look in his eyes. "Nate...someone beat your top score."

"WHAT?"