CHAPTER TEN
Kevin flitted in and out of sleep, the rocking of the boat whenever a big wave passed bringing him back to a space that was only half awake. In between, images of aliens flickered across his mind’s eye, impossible to escape.
He was running down streets filled with people he had once known. Their eyes were as white as ice, and where the people the aliens controlled were normally silent, these spoke as they chased him.
“You know there’s no such thing as aliens, Kevin,” Dr. Linda Yalestrom, the psychologist they’d taken him to see, said as she hurried after him. Kevin ducked into a building to avoid her, and discovered that somehow it was his school. His teachers were there.
“You’ve been missing class, Kevin,” the principal said. “Today, we’re learning about how wonderful the
