Tyler Howard sat against the wall of the BSAA helicopter, his lean shoulders arched up against the cold metal. He sat with his arms crossed and his head slumped, staring down at the space between his boots.
So much had happened in the last day. So much had changed. It was the Rochester incident all over again. He felt, intellectually, he should be tormented about it all. But instead the interior of his mind only provided something like a blaring static.
“Hey,” a voice broke through. Chris. “You gonna be okay?”
You don’t understand, you see, there’s some characters I like and then there’s some characters I’d forfeit all my possessions and climb directly into the television for
