The spoon has fallen from the Little Lost Boy's mouth. It clatters and rattles down the corrugated metal staircase.
Silence again. Good Jack breaks it, suddenly hooting and howling with exhilarated laughter. Seconds later the Little Lost Boy joins him. They jump up and down in celebration and shock.
"I wouldn't have believed it if you told me kid! We found a narrative line where Roy Duncan dies!"
"No one's going to believe us though," Little Lost Boy says, subduing himself.
Good Jack wipes a tear from his eye. "But we'll always remember this moment, Little Lost Boy."
"And it's not like we can come down from the Nest any time soon."
"I don't know what to tell you, man. You picked a weird time to start complaining. If you'red bored just let yourself age a few years, you can jerk off."
"You could just give me another handful of that psychedelic methylcathinone whatsit."
"Not until you're twelve."