He wasn't there for nostalgia. He was there for the tables.
“Now!” his father shouted.
Leo saw him—his father—a silhouette standing on the far side of the table, hands hovering over phantom flippers. pinball fx 2 tables
“You have to hit the ramp with both our balls at the same time,” his father’s voice whispered, dry and distant. “One from your timeline. One from mine.” He wasn't there for nostalgia
Leo caught one. It burned with the word: . ” his father’s voice whispered
Leo slid a token—one of his father's old, brass-colored ones—into the virtual cabinet. The screen blazed to life.