16Judd stares at the "EVA" cloud as a new word emerges, floating toward him: "LOVE."
Meanwhile, the "KAELA" cloud floats out a word, too: "JEALOUSY." Then another, "INSECURITY."
"Weird place, huh?" Judd scratches his head. "But at least there aren't as many serial killers."
I laugh. "And if there are, they'll just be the words 'SERIAL KILLER' with words like 'CRAZY' and 'BLOODTHIRSTY' floating around them." Something catches my attention, and I look up. The giant word "CLOUD" hangs in the air overhead, shedding hundreds of smaller words. "Hey, look. It's raining."
As Judd glances up, hundreds of copies of the word "RAINDROP" twirl down from the word "CLOUD." "How long do you think we'll be here, Pinkerton?"
(I wish I had a magic marker that would write on thin air, because
