"Do you think we'll be old here?" said Kurt. The kitchen was quiet, so his croaky voice echoed off the walls. It sounded horrible. "It's so weird, living two lives. And if we went home we'd just be young again. And forget everything."

He turned on the kettle and filled his tea-strainer with leaves. He was pretty sure he was the only person his age--hell, just the only person in general--who still used a tea-strainer, but whatever.