His vision pulsed with photonegative blackness. “Kelly! Nikolai! Where are you?” An excited voice shot back from somewhere close. “Nathan! Where did you come from?” Nathan stared at a stuffed rabbit in his hand. “Gunther?” “Yes. Can’t you see me?” Nathan rubbed his eyes. Apparently he was sitting...
Simon stared at Daryl. “You? Why?” “Because I'm here. Because I can. And because I can't help them play a violin. I can't even play ‘Chopsticks’ on a piano.” She looked at Nathan. “I'm sorry. I understand why you can't save him, but I have to try. My father has been depressed ever since his broth...