There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on my pants, go to the door, and open it a crack. Sean stands on the other side, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a loaf of bread. I wasn't prepared for it to be Sean, so my stomach does a neat little trick that feels like either hunger or escaping.

I had this feeling that he and I , in this moment, were a car crash, and instead of putting on the brakes, I was hitting the accelerator.

Did you know you get one happy day for every one you catch?... One happy day for every falling leaf you catch" -sam

I'm sorry no one saved you.

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!

I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.