Chapter 2
When Hubert came around, it was the absolute quiet that struck him the most odd. His bony butt didn’t hurt from being fallen upon; his head didn’t hurt from being smashed to smithereens, but he’d clearly had his hearing hammered out of him. He was lying in the middle of a crowded street, surrounded by worried, yammering faces, and hadn’t there been five kinds of dance music bouncing through the air two seconds ago? He wondered if he should panic, or try to say something comforting to horror-stricken Big Jimmy, but he couldn’t work up the concern to do more than lie there and take it all in. What did San Francisco use in their asphalt, he wondered, that made it so cloud-like?
“How’re you feeling, Hubert?” The voice was so deep and resonant Hubert couldn’t be sure if he heard it
