He remembered a line they’d been fond of as kids, pulled out of some comedian’s routine: Wherever you are, there you are.
Jonesy dropped the phone and looked up at the swaying dreamcatcher, that ephemeral cobweb. He remembered a line they’d been fond of as kids, pulled out of some comedian’s routine: Wherever you are, there you are. That had been right up there with Same shit, different day, had perhaps even taken over first place as they grew older and began to consider themselves sophisticated. Wherever you are, there you are. Only according to Henry’s call just now, that wasn’t true. Wherever they thought they were, they weren’t.
They were in the dreamcatcher.
