Just as Alex was about to give up and buy a new one, he noticed a tiny piece of a potato chip wedged under the R2 trigger. It was a relic from the Great Snack Incident of last month. With a gentle flick, he cleared the debris. He tried one last time. Hold Sync. Count to five.
"Fine," Alex muttered, reaching for the USB cable. "If you won’t fly solo, you’ll be tethered." He plugged it in. The light turned a steady, glowing amber. A spark of hope! But the moment he moved an inch, the loose port jiggled, and the connection died. Just as Alex was about to give up
Alex went into his PC settings. Remove Device. Search for Device. He held the 'Sync' button until his thumb turned white. On the screen, a list of random neighbors' TVs appeared—but no controller. He tried one last time