Sitting here, me and Doug, sitting in the bracken, everything felt... unattached. Unattached, that's the word. Me and Doug together, but only because he was near me. Archie slept, and he could have been a million miles away, not three yards. With the hot air shimmering around him, he looked like he he'd become unreal.
As for the rest of the world, that was lost in another time and another place. It had no more meaning than a memory and was less important. My family, our families, they'd all become dreams.
All our shimmering, fragile beings. We were all unreal.