"Agreed," Mikey lies. "This game was a mistake," he says, as if he hadn't picked it, as if they hadn't just spent what was probably the whole day or night or whatever finishing the thing.

He was going to dream about this stupid game for years.

Maybe it would at least drown out some of the real nightmares.

Mikey rolls a little so he can better face his brother. "Thanks for playing with me Dee."