Chapter 10:

Fire truck siren dey wail behind me.

The sound loud. I hear, 'WEE-WAA-WEE-WAA.' People dey clear road. I dey block ear, but e loud pass generator.

That nightmare just play for my head.

My body cold, memory dey play like old tape.

I stand there, my mind full of my son face, burnt finish.

I dey see the black, the wound, the tears. My leg dey shake, I nearly fall.

Everywhere just begin turn.

Na like say earth wan swallow me. Sky dey spin. I dey lose sense.

Na that time, I hear one clear bell for my ear.

The sound sharp. E no be bell from church, but e loud, e clear.

Next thing, I dey back for my lonely old house.

My chair hard, room cold. Na my old curtain dey blow for window. My hand still dey computer mouse.

Everything still the same—same quiet, same scene.

I dey look the desk, the old book. E be like nothing change. But my heart dey beat like drum.

I still dey front of computer, like nothing happen.

No scratch, no wound. My palm dey sweat. I dey check if na real.

But wetin shock me be say, the numbers for screen don change.

I dey see new message—no be the old empty one.

Now, na lines of text:

[Regretfully, the game failed.]

[Returned to default save.]

[Current number of game attempts: 1/3.]

[Would you like to start the second game?]

My finger dey hover for mouse. This time, I no go fail. I swear am with my chest.