The Only Living Boy In New York -

"I can't be it," he whispered. His voice sounded like gravel in a cathedral. "The statistics don't allow for it."

She looked up as he approached, her eyes wide but not afraid. The Only Living Boy in New York

The sun rose over a Manhattan that no longer hummed. There were no sirens, no rhythmic thumping of subways beneath the grates, and no caffeinated crowds jostling on the sidewalks. There was only Thomas. "I can't be it," he whispered