Jack accelerated his two-door convertible along the coastline with his wife, Darla, and dog, Luna.

"Jack, I'm so glad we bought this car!"

"What?" He turned his head around to hear better.

But the car skidded, ultimately losing its traction.

Darla jumped out with Luna, and he hopped out too.

"Jack, help!"

Darla grasped onto a branch down a cliff, separated from Luna, who was whimpering and sliding.

Jack had only seconds to decide, so he grabbed her.

— — — —

"Hello, Jack," said the marriage counselor removing his neural headset.

"It felt so real!"

"Real enough, Jack. She's filing for a divorce."