"Fuckin' surreal," Dan mutters, just low enough that way only Ben can hear. "That's what this is."
The boys are sitting next to Alice. William on one side, Mark on the other.
He swallows quietly, mouth feeling dry.
Dust filters across the light.
Is...he in that box? How the hell is this even possible? Why the hell did he think it was a good idea? What's the preacher going to talk about? Who are half these people in this room? Since when did Mark look so small?
(It's a good thing Dan doesn't need to breathe to survive, because he might have stopped.)
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The boys are sitting next to Alice. William on one side, Mark on the other.
He swallows quietly, mouth feeling dry.
Dust filters across the light.
Is...he in that box? How the hell is this even possible? Why the hell did he think it was a good idea? What's the preacher going to talk about? Who are half these people in this room? Since when did Mark look so small?
(It's a good thing Dan doesn't need to breathe to survive, because he might have stopped.)