Kenny’s POV

“—in the United States of America, an illness is taking hold here. We’ve got to act now before the fever grips us and swallows us whole—”

“Hi.” The room glowed brightly and I winced, putting a hand up to blot at the sun. The radio station switched to something less gloom and doom and more bubblegum pop. Goddess, what day was it? A little hand pressed to mine, giving me a high five. “After lunch can we go to the park? I ...