In the darkness, your feet hang off the roof.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" a voice asks from behind.

You turn to the boy. You notice his bloodshot eyes: blue and green. He isn't supposed to be here.

"No one will bother to find me," you reply at last, "My grandma has left."

He nods, as a sign of respect. "The government won't have to know..."

You breathe in, extending your bony hand. His grip is tight as he shakes it.

The noise reverberates in your eardrums, and a lurid flash haunts your last view.