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Quinn found it. He started running through the channels. Nothing and nothing and nothing.
“Cable’s out,” Sam said, aware it was kind of a stupid thing to say.
Astrid reached behind the set and unscrewed the coaxial cable. The screen flickered and the quality of the static changed a little, but as Quinn ran the channels there was still nothing and nothing and nothing.
“You can always get channel nine,” Quinn said. “Even without cable.”
Astrid said, “Teachers, some of the kids, cable, broadcast, cell phones, all gone at the same time?” She frowned, trying to work it out. Sam and Quinn waited, like she might have an answer. Like she might say, “Oh, sure, now I understand.” She was Astrid the Genius, after all. But all she said was, “It doesn’t make any sense.”
Sam lifted the receiver on the wall phone, a landline. “No dial tone. Is there a radio in here?”
There wasn’t. The door slammed open and in rushed two kids, fifth-grade boys, their faces wild, excited. “We own the school!” one yelled, and the other gave an answering hoot.
“We’re going to bust open the candy machine,” the first one announced.
“That’s maybe not a good idea,” Sam said.
“You can’t tell us what to do.” Belligerent, but not sure of himself, not sure he was right.
“You’re right, little dude. But look, how about we all try and keep it together till we figure out what’s going on?” Sam said.
“You keep it together,” the kid yelled. The other one hooted again, and off they went.
“I guess it would be wrong to ask them to bring me a
Twix,” Sam muttered.
“Fifteen,” Astrid said.
“No, man, they were, like, ten,” Quinn said.
“Not them. The kids in my class. Jink and Michael. They were both math whizzes, better than me, but they had LDs—learning disabilities, dyslexia—that kept them back. They were both a little older. I was the only fourteen-year-old.”
“I think maybe Josh was fifteen, in our class,” Sam said.
“So?”
“So he was fifteen, Quinn. He just…just disappeared. Blink and he was gone.”
“No way,” Quinn said, shaking his head. “Every adult and older kid in the whole school just disappears? That makes no sense.”
“It’s not just the school,” Astrid said.
“What?” Quinn snapped at her.
“The phones and the TV?” Astrid said.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Quinn said. He was shaking his head, half smiling, like he’d been told a bad joke.
“My mom,” Sam said.
“Man, stop this,” Quinn said. “All right? It’s not funny.”
For the first time Sam felt the edge of panic, like a tingling at the base of his spine. His heart was thumping in his chest, laboring as if he’d been running.
Sam swallowed hard. He sucked at the air, unable to take more than shallow breaths. He looked at his friend’s face. He’d never seen Quinn so scared. Quinn’s eyes were behind shades, but his mouth quivered, and a pink stain was creeping up his neck. Astrid was still calm, though, frowning, concentrating, trying to make sense of it all.
“We have to check it out,” Sam said.
