"Why did you turn off the lights, Molly?"
"Space is dark," I said.
I never understood Joey's fear of the dark. Had he forgotten what it was like hiding in corners where darkness served as our only guardian, protecting the value of our misplaced youths?
"I don't like this game," Joey said nervously.
"It's not a game," I told him, raising an index in the air. "It's a quest."
"Quest for what?"
I hear a drip coming from the hall. Joey said he heard a voice from there, but I told him there wasn't--not anymore.
I take Joey's hand, lead him outside to stand with me in the middle of a dormant night. "Our new home."