Priscilla followed Key into the living room, and watched with a perplexed expression as he set up the game. It looked simple enough, and she thought she could use the controller alright. She still stared at it like it was an alien, and held it between her fingers with the oddest look on her face. Gingerly, she shifted her hands, trying to imitate Key's grip.

She sat on the edge of the couch, and jumped when the engines started. Priscilla stared at her white car, and sent it reeling into the wall, driving in exactly the opposite way. For some reason, the arrow pointing the right way didn't seem to click. "Come on!" She jammed the buttons down. "Why aren't I winning yet?" Priscilla pouted and dropped the controller, crossed her arms, and glared at the screen.