“About the frequency trains, I wonder if we could take advantage of the magnetothermal—” Something splattered on the side of the road catches my eye. “What’s that?” “Wow.” Levi’s tone is forcefully cheerful. “Check out that farm on the right!” “But what’s that on the— Oh no.” “I didn’t see anything.” “Is it a dead raccoon?” “No.” “Yes, it was!” I start crying. Again. For the seventh time in forty-eight hours.
