B W B W
W B W B
B W B W
W B W B
B W B W
W B W B
B W B W (Ray is here at this moment)
W B W B
B W B W
W B W B
…
Ray's mind raced, replaying every step he had taken since the game began. He needed to find a pattern, a logical sequence, to make it to the end.
'I remember my first step, which was on the black one,' he thought, his eyes fixed on the tiles.
Then, instead of moving straight, he took a step to the right, onto another black tile. "That worked too," he muttered to himself.
The next choice was tricky. Two black tiles were on his sides, and a white one was directly in front. A third white tile was too far to reach. "I avoided the sides and stuck to a straight-line path," he told himself, "and chose the white one in front, which paid off."
"But the next pattern ruined everything." It was the tile where he made his first mistake.
