All is definitely not quiet, but there is no precedent for this night. Since two faculty members are here, he hopes he won’t get in trouble for leaving. Back at the Desk of What the Hell Does It Matter Anyway, Jeremiah fills out his last log report. He shuts down the computer and sits quietly for a moment, thinking about the night. He feels sick, like a kid who has heard more than he was supposed to hear. It’s one thing to hear adults say there’s no Santa. But to hear there’s no Future? Swift kick to the soul.
