Not the first time he’d felt this way over the last year. He’d lost track of how many times he’d woken from some twisted nightmare only to find that he was deep in a worse nightmare – what the world had become – and wishing he was back in his bad dream, not having to cope with reality. Reality. You kind of got used to things when they went on around you all the time, so that he’d almost forgotten what the world had been like before the disease came creeping into it.What was going down now, though, was something else entirely, something new. Something deeply strange. Einstein had had a million questions, but TV Boy had told him to keep them. Told him he was going to make everything clear. That it was going to be ‘show-and-tell’ time. This was shaping up to be one wigged-out show-and-tell, though.The rest of the warehouse kids had gathered on the platform now, and Blue didn’t know what to think, where to look. To say they were all different shapes was the understatement of the century.
