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Thursday afternoons always seemed to be the most stressful to Jack. So close to Friday-and by association, Saturday- and yet so far away. There was minimal homework to be done save for the consistent decree of generic studying, which seemed like a fruitless effort given the choice of scouring the small print of an out of date text book and playing Miko in a friendly rematch of Speed Demons II on the Gamestation. Gamestation always won out in the end. Unless something more interesting came about. Which was often. There never seemed to be a dull moment or a frame of time in which something interesting was not happening- be it an alien medic com

Rafael was only nine when it happened. In retrospect, nine isn't that far from twelve. Three years, actually. Three years since it happened. Raf's grades had gotten him noticed again, and his parents were fighting, again. He could smell the alcohol; Dad always had a beer when he was wound up. Oh, but he never got violent. He got angry, shouted yeah (and that'd develop into a niche for Raf when he got older) but he never got physical. His dad was big, grumpy, and kind. He'd pick Raf up and bounce him after the fights, grabbing his mom and getting the three of them on the couch. They fought, yeah, but parents do fight. His mom would get everyo