Sunday, December 22nd, 7:03 AM, 2037 …
What?” I said into my phone. “What do you mean that all flights between America and Superbia have been canceled?”
“Hey, sis, don’t blame me,” said Jake’s voice over the phone, which sounded a bit deeper and huskier than I remembered. “I’m not the one in charge of the airlines.”
“Sorry, honey, but it’s true,” said Mom’s voice. “We just got the news today ourselves.”
“And it’s not just flights to America, either,” said Dad’s voice, which sounded slightly more distant than Mom and Jake’s voices. “According to the news, Marcus closed down all flights from Superbia to other countries. Apparently it’s because of Parasite.”
I ground my teeth. “Of course it’s because of Parasite. And how come you heard this before me? I’m literally in Superbia, but this
