"Mom?"
Marcus looked at "The Big Drop." Its height was labeled: The Years You Spent Forgetting . For him, the number was 34. For Tommy, it was 38. At the bottom, a pool of black water. Not death. Worse. Oblivion. The total erasure of a person from every memory they ever touched. Tommyland.pdf
The moment the download finished, his apartment changed. The air grew thick with the smell of burnt cotton candy and ozone. His windows now looked out not onto the rain-slicked street of Chicago, but onto a twilight sky streaked with gold and violet. The walls of his living room had become a turnstile. A wooden gate stood where his kitchen door used to be, and on it, a brass plaque: Welcome to Tommyland. All Ghosts Must Be Checked. At the bottom, a pool of black water
"The file? Yes, ma'am. It's highly unusual. Is this some kind of architectural portfolio?" Oblivion