"Shawn, are you listening to me?" Dad asked in a harsh voice. Shawn found himself at the dinner table, temporarily unable to account for where he had been or how he had gotten there. His mind seemed like it was stirring. His hands felt wet from the murky sink water they had been in just moments ago. Or what felt like seconds ago.

Dad was staring at Shawn with an angry, impatient look on his face.