At which point there was a wail from below. “That would be Isaac,” Gus’s dad said, and shook his head slowly.
“Cindy had to go for a drive. The sound...” he said, drifting off.
“Anyway, I guess you’re wanted downstairs. Can I carry your, uh, tank?” he asked.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, though, Mr. Waters.” “Mark,” he said.
I was kind of scared to go down there. Listening to people howl in misery is not among my favorite pastimes. But I went.
“Hazel Grace,” Augustus said as he heard my footsteps.
“Isaac, Hazel from Support Group is coming downstairs. Hazel, a gentle reminder: Isaac is in the midst of a psychotic episode.”
Augustus and Isaac were sitting on the floor in gaming chairs shaped like lazy Ls, staring up at a gargantuan television.
The screen was split between Isaac’s point of view on the left, and Augustus’s on the right.
They were soldiers fighting in a bombed-out modern city. I recognized the place from The Price of Dawn.
As I approached, I saw nothing unusual: just two guys sitting in the lightwash of a huge television pretending to kill people.
Only when I got parallel to them did I see Isaac’s face.
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