Now there were three nested screens. Sam felt a cold twist in his chest. He paused his own movie. The on-screen Sam paused too. Sam unpaused. The other Sam mirrored him perfectly.
Suddenly, Sam’s TV flickered. The UI glitched. A new message appeared across the bottom of the screen, written in crisp Amazon Sans: amazon movies
The movie began without a studio logo or a warning screen. Just a static shot of a living room—his living room. Same gray rug with the coffee stain. Same crooked bookshelf. Same window overlooking the fire escape. Now there were three nested screens