Here in Oklahoma, the sun is up. We’re not even looking at the same sky or anything cheesy like that. We’re in different worlds. He’s calling from the land of stories and genies. I’m in the land of concrete and weathermen. Or maybe I’m in the new world, free and full of adventure. And he is in the dying city, crumbling into dust like an elemental fiend. It doesn’t matter. They’re far apart.
