"Are you driving?" I ask slightly irritated, Chris knows I don't like him calling or texting me while driving."Don't worry your on speaker." Still. Wh...re are you going anyway?" Nowhere special." Ah okay..." At this point I'm outside my house when I hear a car pulling in our long driveway."Babe I'll call you back, someone's here to visit." Okay, bye baby."I hang up and turn to see who was coming unannounced.I blink hard when I see Chris's egotistical license plate "Imamzng" (it's 'I'm amazing'. They weren't. Therefore, the train was not a roadblock. Therefore, the road had no traffic. The traffic wasn't moving. The City that never sleeps must have stopped.Those were the thoughts that were going through my head.And with that fear gripping my stomach- you have to remember this was 1965. Russia nuking the City would have produced a similar situation. It was utterly terrifying. I was scared, but was trying to remain strong for the girl I was holding on to.As the hours wore on, we started. "No, but I can't seem to go backto the way I used to either. It's like my bones don't work that wayanymore." He looks a little worried at this revelation.We both walk slowly over to the table and sit down. Peter has justfinished his meal and stands up, his legs doing the same thing, and walksover to Michael's bed. "Hey, wake up. Are you feeling okay?"Michael turns around to face us then immediately covers his face. "Getyour dick away from me man, I don't want to see that!"Peter blushes and. "If we leave the school?" No, we'll be back before lunch is over," I assured him, very much hoping that was true, but even if it wasn't ... I had to get rid of those pictures.I gave the boy a cardboard box, a largely empty one, but nobody would know that. He was just helping me carry some old books to my car, some old text books I wanted to donate to the Salvation Army thrift store, if anyone should see us and wonder. Nobody did."Okay, you have to give me directions, Jamie," I said and I wasn't.