Your name is Newt because no one calls you Rebecca ‘cept your brother. You are nine years old. Nine years and three months to be exact. You never let anyone slide on those extra months because somehow grownups have forgotten that those extra months can make a world of difference as concerns your playground pecking order position. Silly grownups. What do they know. Next week you will be entering the mining colony school spelling bee. You have been practicing every single day with mom and dad because you want to win worse than anything ever! You ignore the kids who call you teacher’s pet. You’ll show them! You’re not gonna’ be a miner; you’re gonna be a veterinarian and have so many animals. Outside in the beautiful lawn that you will have (not on this planet, of course) there will be horses and pony’s and puppies and… Catastrophic Interruption of Reality These are everywhere: ~ All the grown ups are super scared and you have no idea where your dad is. They took him away. ~ There are only two grown ups left, plus you and Billy Kowalski. ~ It’s just you left. You don’t really remember the details of each of the times someone disappears, you just remember the huge monster and screaming, and then… running. You survive until soldiers come. How?