[Those words are enough to snap the remaining sleep right out of Billy. He sits upright abruptly, eyes widening in the dark, and instinctively reaches out to grasp Tommy's shoulder, like he can't believe he's real. If it was a dream - a nightmare - it would be fine, whatever, he could just roll over and-
-But no. He's solid, real, tense beneath Billy's fingers. And the words resonate through Billy's head, bringing back a hundred old fears that had haunted him since the day Cassie and Jonas died.]
same, wow
-But no. He's solid, real, tense beneath Billy's fingers. And the words resonate through Billy's head, bringing back a hundred old fears that had haunted him since the day Cassie and Jonas died.]
Wh... dead? She can't... no way... Wanda?
[Mom?]
Tell me you're joking, Tommy...