He paused for a moment before continuing, “We talked about what we would do together when we were old men. You told me how you were good at almost anything, all you had to do was apply yourself and you could do anything you wanted. I think you were drunk-I think we were drunk.”
“We were,” I whispered between my tears.
“But I remember most of all, I remember thinking how great you were, thinking how I wasn’t that great, how I had so much trouble with everything and wondering why. But most of all I remember thinking how much I loved you, and how proud I was to just be your brother. You were the star of the pssi-kid program back then, even way ahead of Jimmy, I was so proud…”
“Yeah, I remember that night Martin,” I managed to choke out between sobs. I was crying full on now.
“I’m still here, Bob.”
Martin was looking directly into my eyes, his voice soft and full of love.
Have you ever made one of those three-dimensional line drawings of a cube on paper? Two squares offset from each other with a straight line that joined each corresponding corner to make a three-dimensional looking cube? If you stared at it, it seemed that one of the faces was closer to you, but if you concentrated and willed it, suddenly the cube flipped and the other face switched to being closer. As I looked hard at Martin right then, my mind performed a similar flip, and suddenly all I saw was my brother, sitting there in front of me in flesh and blood. A wave of love sprang from my scalp to my fingertips, and I got up to go and sit on the couch with him and hold his hand.
“Dean…Martin…I missed you so much, it’s just this place,” I said, shaking my head and squeezing his hand.
“I’ve missed you too,” replied Martin. “You’ve been so nasty to me these past few years. I always thought you hated me for some reason. It hurt so much, and I had no idea why you acted that way.”
Tears streamed down my face, and Martin reached up to wipe them away. Then he rubbed his hand across his own face. His demeanor changed and he sat bolt upright, taking a deep breath. He reached down to squeeze my hands tightly with both of his.
“Bob, stop with all the drugs, will you? And all these women… it’s not going to change anything. Calm down. Talk to Nancy.”
“You’re right,” was all I could think to say. “I’ll stop, I’ll try…”
“Good,” he said, brightening up. “And Bob, if you really believe all that stuff about gameworlds being real… then Dean is out there somewhere still, and I’m your connection to him.”
“This is all messed up.”
I was staring at the floor now. Nothing made any sense anymore. My whole life I’d felt like I was running away from something, fleeing before some unseen danger.
From now on it would stop. Maybe he was right, maybe I could still find Dean out there. I was right in the middle of one of the most amazing places on earth, where the impossible was becoming possible almost daily. I just needed to apply myself, get out of this daze I’d slid into.
“Bob,” asked Martin.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Bob, why are you crying?”
“Nothing, Martin, nothing. I’m just worried about the storms and Nicky dumping me and all that crap,” I lied.
His face brightened up.
“Don’t worry big brother, I’ll take care of you. Anyway, like I was saying, could you get dad to add me to the evacuation list. I don’t know what’s going on there, but I have a lot to do, so I’d appreciate it if you could help me.”
“No worries Martin, consider it done,” I replied with a sigh.
“Cool. Thanks.”
Martin got up off the couch and prepared to leave.
“Martin,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Martin, I haven’t told you something lately.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
I smiled, pausing, and the world clicked back into sense for me.
“Martin, I love you. I love you a lot, and I haven’t told you in a while.”
He looked away quickly, catching his breath. Bringing up a hand to wipe the corner of one eye, he looked back and replied, “I love you too, Bob, that is so good to hear.”
“Okay good-now get!” I laughed.
He laughed back and shook his head as he disappeared.
This place, all of it, felt abruptly wrong. Like a switch being thrown, I suddenly knew something wasn’t right here anymore, and that this same something had swallowed Dean in its path. Blind spots-we all had them. So what was it that they were hiding from us, what was it we weren’t seeing?
I decided I was going to find out.
Neverywhere
Book 5: Nancy Killiam and William McIntyre
PROLOGUE
The Police station loomed before me at the base of the vertical farming complex, and I was gingerly making my way towards it.
The Boulevard was the only real street we had, a wide pedestrian thoroughfare that crossed from the eastern to western inlets, crossing between the four gleaming vertical farm towers that center-pinned the island of Atopia.
Glamorous palms lined both sides of the street, bordering the tourist shops, restaurants, and bars whose terraces spilled out into the kaleidoscopic melee between them. Even with the storms threatening and the evacuations announced, the atmosphere was still carefree and festive.
It had been ages since I’d been above, and I hadn’t been to these parts since I was a tween. I blinked in the sunshine and confusion around me and tried to think my way through what was happening.
I felt so alone and exposed. Here I was, stuck in the middle of something clearly illegal, but what else could I do? I looked up at the towers and imagined myself as one of the psombies inside. Out of options, I just shrugged and opened the police station doors.
Cool, administrative air swept over me and the clerk at the desk, an attractive young woman, smiled at me synthetically.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asked, as sweet as a police officer could be.
“Yes, I’d like to file a missing person report,” I replied, walking towards her as calmly as I could.
Her face registered just the proper amount of seriousness before she queried, “And who is the missing person, sir?”
I paused for a moment.
“Me,” I answered.
