A Stalemate

"I accept." You confidently state. You're no grandmaster, but you're a fairly good chess player.

"Fantastic!" Dr. Topple cheers with a little clap, producing an intricately carved wooden chess board from a desk drawer. You sit across from her and the two of you quickly set up the board. The game begins with Dr. Topple making aggressive early moves, while you feel her strategy out. While her strategy gives her an early advantage she isn't able to capitalize and you quickly begin pressing back, forcing her into some bad trades.

While you're certain that on a rematch you could beat her, you find yourself struggling to win as you enter the end game. As you move your only remaining bishop into position, pinning Dr. Topple in, you think you're about to win. Your adversary stares intently at the board, with her few remaining pieces then lets out a curious, "Huh."

"Realizing I've got you beat?" You ask cheekily.

"Actually, you don't." She laughs.

"What?" You ask examining the board more closely. It's then that you realize your mistake. You've hemmed her in completely, but without putting her king in check, leaving her no legal moves.

"We have ourselves a stalemate." She states.

"Yes, we do...So what happens with the GAME?" You ask.

"I actually don't know." Dr. Topple admits with a hearty laugh. "I guess we're about to find out."