*Shawn's Memory: The Neighbors Across the Street
Shawn dazedly applied syrup to his pancake. He'd been having bad dreams and hadn't really slept the previous night. Dad's voice snapped him out of his stupor. The Robinsons were gone? Shawn hadn't seen much of them; he'd heard they had a kid his age, but between Shawn's irregular schooling and acting work, he'd never really met them. He supposed he never would, now. "I don't want to be lazy, anyway. It sounds boring." But despite his words, with everything he was dealing with, Shawn wanted nothing more than a day off, or even a night without nightmares. He felt exhausted in his bones.