Suspense!
My eldest’s hands aren’t big enough yet to successfully use all the Playstation controls required for the Transformers (More Than Meets the Eye) game we bought. So instead, he watches me play.
Suffice it to say, I don’t have the limber phone-text-messaging thumbs of those half my age; so defeating StarScream at the end of the Antarctica level was a long, drawn-out process. It took me several hours to figure out how and then actually be coordinated enough to defeat the Decepticon.
Somehow, I managed to do it.
The transition movie after my crowning victory showed the Autobots leaving the snow-buried wreckage of Starscream. The camera closed in on the Decepticon, and suddenly his red eyes began to dimly glow again.
At first, my son didn’t realize what that meant.
“Uh-oh,” I said with a chuckle, “I bet we have to fight Starscream again.”
The rest of the night I heard about the drama as if I hadn’t comprehended it yet: “Dad, wasn’t that scary when his eyes came back to life?” He didn’t stop talking about it the rest of the night. “Do you think we’ll have to fight him again? I wonder what level he’ll be on.”
I smiled at his innocence and excitement about this game.
“Son, you have yet to fully appreciate the hackneyed plot device.”
I can’t wait to spend the time with him again, figuring out how to defeat that Transformer.