There were fried eggs boiling on the sidewalk. Dwight spun around in circles, a dried out husk in a desert.
He was in the middle of what use to be Mississippi not to long ago; now the lush trees and seaside were replaced by endless sand and dune valleys.
Dwight paused, an image rose over the horizon in the shape of a women.
He reached for her and she pulled away, playing a game.
Cat and mouse, man and women, they danced their way to the edge of an abyss...
The VR simulation ended in another failure.
One more dead.