“This isn’t funny. I’ll only tell you one more time to go get my son.” Nicholas sits up, deliberates for a moment, and then hollers, “I’m not home!” “Nicky!” Deborah cries, pressing her hands together. He’s alive! “Nicky, is that you?” He pops up next to me at the window. “No! You have the wrong address.” “Nicky, I’m serious. Let me in.” “Nicky is gone forever. A dinosaur ate him.” “Excuse me?” “He’s a changeling.” “Nicholas Benjamin Rose. I’m losing my patience and do not find this humorous. It’s freezing and I came here to speak to you like adults. I will give you until the count of three—”
