What did that mean? Were we both alive, both dead or both in some sort of limbo?I felt a growing pressure to be somewhere else but I resisted.Being so...mewhere else would be like opening the box containing Schrodinger’s cat: I would definitely be either alive or dead. I didn’t want to be dead because I wasn’t convinced there was an afterlife. But even if I were returned to the land of the living, that was also unlikely to result in a good outcome: Mr Calhoun had driven his truck into a barn. A faint sound the captured Sam’s ear like an arrow driven into his temple. ‘What’s wrong?’ Rosalina started to say, but Sam silenced her with his hand. ‘Don’t talk, ok?’ he quickly whispered. He crouched, and motioned for Rosalina to do the same. He quickly looked around, and then caught a faint silver glimmer followed by an almost inaudible THUMP! Then, unexpectedly, a man stepped out from behind the tree Sam had been spying on, and walked towards the two teenagers. ‘What do you want?’ Sam. ”“That motherfucker!” she said angrily. I couldn’t stifle my quick snort of surprise.“He’s probably with that bitch, right now,” she said, “the kids are with my parents, and he’s probably fucking her, as we speak.”I felt for her. I understood. I wanted to tell her, hey, so you’re free to fuck around too, but I didn’t want to trivialize it. It sounded like it bothered her, still. Like I said, I understood. What the fuck was wrong with the guy, that this girl wasn’t enough for him? What was his. He went even redder. “Look,” I said, “I’m really into girls as well as boys. I understand. I’m truly bi and there’s nothing wrong with being attracted to members of your own sex.”That was when I was afraid he might explode, so I decided to just get on with it. I hopped off the bed. “Okay, David,” I said, “I’m going to make this quick and painful. We don’t like you and I can see from that pathetic soft cock that you don’t like us. So let’s get going.”I stood away so that I wasn’t between the bed.