WHAT'S THE PLAN?

‘Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho, at night she’s screaming, I’m-ma-ma-ma out of my mind. Oh, she’s hot but a psycho…’

‘Stop, you’re driving me insane with that song.’

‘I thought you love that song.’

‘Not if you keep singing it that way. You’re in my head, remember, and it’s been like an hour.’

‘I sing it all the time. You’re just noticing because you’re bored and have nothing else to do.’

I hissed. ‘Whatever.’

The sun was preparing to set and the moon was warming up for duty as it was late evening now. I’ve been inside all day, it’s driving my insides as insane as Evolet’s singing voice made my ears squirm.

‘Hey!’

I mean, if it were Hilda in here, she’d find a book or two and wouldn’t mind as long as she was allowed to read. She doesn’t leave her room on most days in the packhouse—obviously when she isn’t in school. Dash would be able to cope if he had a computer with Internet access or a play