"Sounds good," he answered to his friend's suggestion.  Then he rolled his shoulders and grinned as Anthony finished his character selections.  Then the screen flickered and flashed.  "Oh, man, it's not bro-"  His complaining question was cut off as he was suddenly jerked forward by some invisible force.  He thumped against the cabinet but the force didn't stop.  Before he could even scream, he was being pulled off his feet, tipping towards the screen right alongside Anthony.  Their bodies seemed to somehow compress to both fit and then-<br/><br/>Black.  Black nothing.  It wasn't warm but it wasn't cold either.  It just was.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes, not aware he'd closed them in the first place, and saw his friend across from him.  They were in...nothing, as far as he could tell.  It was all black around them but there had to be light from somewhere because he could see Anthony and his own body.  It didn't feel like they were falling.  But then how could he tell without any frame of reference?<br/><br/>Anthony's mouth moved but no words came out, just sounds...sounds that kind of mimicked words and tones.  He blinked as words appeared over his friend's head in white letters.  The font was familiar.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">I-I don't know.</tt><br/><br/>He then gasped as the same thing happened to him.  No words came out of his mouth, just a bunch of sounds with the text appearing over his own head.  He could look up and see it.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">We were at the arcade and the game started, then...we were here.   Did...is this a dream?  Did we get shocked and are unconscious or something?  Or-or our drinks were spiked with acid or-this-this can't be real!</tt><br/><br/>He tried to stand and move and then tried to swim, as if this were water.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">There has to be a way to-to do something!</tt>