Daniel hahn drinking a sprite. Something unfair.

Andrew, dad and Matt trying out a game I found. Must have been futuristic VR.

We’re astronauts. I’m testing out whether they’d have the heart and skills to save someone in space or something, but it changed to whether they can save themselves. I put a button on their controller to slow down the velocity of their derelict, and a twist to stop the rotation. I was supervising; Andrew and dad stopped spinning, but Matt was having trouble. We joked for a moment until his situation spiraled out of control, and his craft broke apart. He was headed toward the planet, we were in fairly low orbit. I awake.