The white ball went left. Then it smacked something and went right. The two white paddles just sighed as they floated in deep space.
"Man, this is boring." The left paddle sighed. "We're wasting away."
"Well no duh. We don't get to do anything else," The right paddle replied.
"Perhaps we should have thought of this predicament in advance," The white pong ball admitted as it kept bouncing back and forth.
Victoria Lord and Clint Buchanan, who were inside Viki's rich mansion during a terrible thunderstorm, were playing the game of pong as it was pouring outside, with the married couple looking at each other as they were used to the game's simple controls.
"You know, this game is kind of like being a newspaper editor. At first it seems like it would be complicated, but it's actually much easier in practice," Clint chuckled as he dusted off his clothing.
Viki squinted her eyes as she turned her head towards the window to hear the wind blow harshly. "I don't know what it is about the storms out here that make things so wonderful. Is it because it teaches us to value what we do have?"
"I think so," Clint stated, essentially not even playing the game anymore as he wrapped his right arm around Viki. "After all, who wants to be outside during such a horrendous storm, of any kind?"
Viki nodded as she rubbed her head on Clint's chest. "Yes, I... suppose that is true... I learned all too much over the years that you don't know what you have, until it's gone..."