We start in parallel Perspex tubes, you and I. I wave to you. I don’t see if you wave back, because I’m too busy admiring my own stiff, unconvincing wave animation in third person. I can tell you you’re fat, though, and trembling slightly.
We’re released into two corridors, separated by glass. We both get our portal guns, but you hit a dead end on your side – even with a small window between