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think Clu destroyed him. Whatever the case, I never saw Tron again. I fled the city, to this safe house I had secretly constructed in the mountains. I saw the light over the city go dark as the Portal closed…”
    Kevin turned away from his memories of that terrible time.
    “Sam, I tried to come home,” Kevin explained, his voice earnest. “But the Portal shut down on me. As a fail-safe, I’d set the door to open only from the outside, and only for a limited time. during the chaos after Clu’s takeover, it closed. That was the last night I ever saw you.”
    “Clu thought you’d forgotten your mission?” Sam asked.
    Kevin nodded. “He knew that this great experiment of the grid was just that—an experiment. Clu also understood that the ISOs were a breakthrough. They were the future, and Clu wasn’t.”
    Sam shook his head. “Why didn’t you fight?!”
    “He did,” Quorra quickly replied.
    “Clu fed on my resistance,” Kevin explained. “The more I fought, the more powerful he became. His first act was the elimination of the ISOs.”
    “The Purge,” Quorra said.
    Sam swallowed hard. “Clu killed them all?”
    Kevin’s expression turned grim. “It was genocide.”
    They sat in silence for a long time. Then Kevin led Sam and Quorra onto a veranda.
    “So,” Sam said, taking in the view, “if the Portal was activated when I came in, it must be open now.”
    His father nodded. “For a time, yes.”
    “So we can go. Home,” Sam said. “We make a run for it, get you out of here.”
    “Sam, don’t rush,” his dad cautioned.
    “What do you mean?” Sam cried. “The Portal. It’s going to close!”
    Quorra tried to explain. “The moment Flynn is on the grid, Clu will stop at nothing to obtain his disc.”
    “My disc is everything, Sam,” Kevin said. “The master key. The Golden ticket. The way out, and not just for me—”
    “What do you mean?” Sam asked.
    “With my disc, it’s possible for Clu to escape, too,” Kevin said. “Our worlds are more connected than anyone knows. Clu figures if I can get in—”
    “He can get out,” Sam concluded. “And what then?”
    “Game over for our world,” Kevin said. “Clu doesn’t dig imperfection.”
    Sam threw up his hands. “So that’s it? We do nothing? We just sit here?”
    Under his beard, Kevin’s lips curled into a smile. “It’s amazing how productive doing nothing can be.”
    “What?!” Sam cried. “That doesn’t make any sense. We have to make a run for it!”
    “What we have to do is slow down,” his father insisted. “Clu has been growing exponentially more powerful. We’re safe here in the Outlands. But as soon as we step onto that grid…well, believe me, there’s no move we can make that Clu hasn’t already considered.”
    Kevin could see Sam was confused.
    “In here, nothing happens unless Clu wants it to,” Kevin said, trying to get his point across.
    “That’s not true,” Sam said. “Look at us. We’re here.”
    His father let out a deep sigh. “Tell me, Sam. What brought you to the grid?”
    “I told you,” Sam replied. “Alan got a page from you.”
    “But I didn’t send any page, Sam,” Kevin said. “It was Clu. This is all his design. He wanted a new piece on the board to change the game, and with you he got more than he ever dreamed. This is precisely what Clu wants. Us. Together. Heading for the Portal.”
    Kevin placed both hands on his son’s shoulders. “It’s Clu’s game now, Sam,” he said. “And the only way to win is not to play.”
    “That’s a lousy way to live,” Sam said through clenched teeth.
    “Yes, but a way,” his father said.
    “We can go home!” Sam cried. “don’t you want that?”
    Kevin was silent for a moment as he pondered his son’s words. Finally, he spoke. “Sometimes life has a way of moving you past things like wants and hopes.”
    Sam didn’t know what to say, what to do, to change his father’s mind. But it didn’t matter. The conversation