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The summer I was eight years old, five hours disappeared from my life.

Five hours... lost.

Gone without a trace.

Last thing I remember, I was sitting on the bench of my little league game.

It started to rain.

What happened after that remains a pitch black void.

Brian?

Brian?

You dork, what the heck are you doing in there?

Hey... you're bleeding.

Whoo! It is terrible out there!

Mom!

Well, hello, sweetheart.

What happened to you?

Brian got a bloody nose hiding in the cellar.

Whatever on earth were you doing down there?

Are you okay, sweetheart?

Ohh, oh, you poor little baby.

They had me cooped up all night in that awful mail room.

I didn't even know it was raining till I got off work.

- Hold still. - Ow.

Didn't one of the other moms give you a ride home?

I'm going to bed.

I hope you're happy.

I knew he'd get hurt playing sports

out there in the field.

You know, when I was a kid, I wasn't exactly a star player, either,

but at least I gave it my all... I wasn't a quitter.

Sorry, Dad.

Good night.

Good night.

I told your father that little league thing was a stupid idea.

Hold your nose.

Mom made me quit baseball the very next day.

This was when the nightmares began and the nose bleeds.

I wet the bed several times...

...and then there were the blackouts.

I'd feel my eyes roll back in my head.

I'd crumple to the floor like a dropped puppet.

The darn thing's not even a year old yet.

Maybe it's screwed up from all the lighting last week.

Oh, your father's going to be overjoyed about this.

What time's Dad getting home?

Not for another hour, at least, honey.

Mom, Deborah, come look!

It's a UFO!

Oh, please, it's just a weather balloon or something.

No, look what it's doing to the TV.

It's flying over the house!

Let's go up on the roof.

No, wait!

Children, be careful!

That summer,

those were the two things I'd never forget.

The cramped, stale darkness of the crawlspace

and, equal in power and mystery... that UFO,

out there somewhere, traveling across the universe.

The summer I was eight years old, I came for the first time.

I was watching my mom going at it with her boyfriend

of the moment, Alfred, in my old swing set.

Alfred was all Marlboro man, dumb as a fucking rock.

What I would, years later, come to call "my type."

And only the most boring, stupid things

would ever come out of his mouth, but...

seeing him like this, whimpering and grunting like a helpless animal,

I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

I'd been masturbating for years, but it wasn't

till that summer that jizz actually squirted out my dick when I came.

Couldn't wait to show Coach.

Oh, maybe I should start at the beginning.

Back in June, my mom signed me up for Little League.

Well, it was Alfred's idea... a way for them to fuck freely,

without the expense of a sitter.

Are you excited?

Coach Heider?

Desire sledgehammered me.

He looked like the lifeguards, cowboys and firemen,

I'd seen in the "Playgirls" that my mom kept stashed under her bed.

Back then, I didn't know what to do with my feelings.

They were like, a gift I had to open in front of a crowd.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm Ellen McCormick.

And this is my son, Neil.

Hello, Neil.

Honey, don't you want to say hello to your new coach?

Don't worry, it takes him a while to warm up to strangers.

I quickly became the team's star player.

Which wasn't saying much, considering the other kids

were a bunch of hopeless spazzes.

Our first game, bottom of the eighth,

I whacked a triple with bases loaded.

The crowd went fuckin' nuts.

But I didn't care about that.

All that mattered was it made Coach proud.

After that first victory, the coach called my mom

to tell her he was taking the team out to a movie to celebrate.

Hey, big guy, ready to go?

Coach?

Yeah.

Where's everybody else?

Well, it looks like it's just going to be you and me today, bud.

Really?

Yep.

Cool.

I picked "Blood Prom."

It's an R-rated slasher flick... tons of cool gore and murders in it.

When this one really annoying blonde chick

got her head chopped off, I cheered.

After the movie, we we picked up a pizza and headed back to Coach's.

Coach's house was awesome!

He had a giant TV, an Atari with Donkey Kong, Asteroids, Frogger.

All my favorite games.

- Ohh! - Ha, you exploded.

My turn.

Sure your mom's not expecting you?

Ah, she works.

She's probably got a date with Alfred afterward.

My guess is you spend a lot of time by yourself, huh?

Yeah, but I kind of like it.

I just ride my bike and watch TV.

It's cool.

Oh, shit.

You made me mess up!

Sorry.

Hold on.

Come here for a sec.

Oh, bring one of them bottles of Peach Nehi.

Okay... this might seem a little weird at first,

but I need to record my team's voices, especially my best players.

Okay?

Take this.

Now just speak into it using your normal voice.

Well, what should I say?

Whatever you like.

Start with your name.

Neil.

Now take a big sip of pop... and belch.

Uhh! Shit.

Good.

Say that again.

Shit.

Again.

Shit, Shit, shit.

Keep going.

Shit.

Hell! Damn!

Now, um, look up into the camera.

Now stick your tongue out.

Make a... make a funny face.

Good, good.

Yeah... yes, Neil, yes.

Yes.

Open your mouth real wide.

Neil, that's perfect.

July 2nd.

We had a 7:30 game against Hutchinson Taco Hut.

I know you're gonna kick their butts tonight.

You gonna knock one out of the park for your poor, hard-working mom?

So you're gonna get a ride home with Coach, right?

- Yeah. - Mm-mwah.

You're mine, and I love you, and don't you ever forget it.

Boy, were you on fire tonight.

It's the best you ever played.

Thanks, Coach.

Hey, can we play some more of those game cartridges tonight?

Sure, we can.

But I gotta show you something first.

Ew... I look stupid in this one.

No.

You look perfect... your expression.

Like you're having a wonderful dream.

Neil...

I've been thinking a lot about you this week.

I'm hungry.

Sure.

You want a pizza?

I might have something here you'd like.

Whoa!

What'll it be, little buddy?

My mom never buys these things.

She says they're a big waste of money.

Let's eat then.

Which one do you want?

I don't know, what are you having?

Corn pops.

Then I'll have, uh...

Cocoa Krispies.

Uhh!

Shit.

Sorry.

You do one.

Whoo, good one!

Whoo!

Here we go.

I like you, Neil.

I like you so much.

When I really, really like someone...

...there's a way I show them how I feel.

Shh.

Angel.

There's nothing wrong with kissing someone like this.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that it's wrong.

It happened.

That's what I told myself.

It just happened.

And after it was over, I looked down at the mess on the floor.

It was like a kaleidoscope had shattered.

And when I swallowed, the taste of Coach's tongue seared my mouth.

You liked it.

It's okay that you liked it.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Do you know him or something?

I met Wendy Peterson when I was ten.

She was 11, one grade ahead of me in school.

What are you doing?

Damn, no razor.

You're insane.

If I wasn't queer, we would have ended up

having sloppy teenage sex and getting pregnant,

contributing more fucked-up, unwanted kids to society.

But instead, she became my soul mate.

My... one true partner in crime.

Let's kidnap him.

His mom says we're supposed to take him home.

Wh-where are you taking me?

A house with lots and lots of candy.

Goody.

Beware...

Beware...

Bewaaaare.

These are the eyes of the axe murderer's victims.

Come on, Satan.

Hurry up, chicken.

Brian...

I never much cared for Halloween,

but this particular year, I couldn't shake the feeling

that something horrible was gonna happen.

And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Wait outside for me.

I'll be done in a minute.

All right, you hold him while I go get something.

What are we gonna do?

Have some fun.

What's the matter, Satan?

What did you say, Punk?

What a loser!

Loser! Loser!

Brian?

Brian?

I thought that was you.

Lie down.

Lie down, retard.

Wh-what are you doing?

Shut up... shut up, or we'll kill you.

Point the beam over here.

Open your mouth.

I said open your mouth!

Now, keep these in your fuckin' mouth.

And you better do what we say, or I'll kill you, I swear.

Now give me the matches.

Wendy, come on, give me the damn matches!

Shine the flashlight on him.

Neil, he's gonna tattle!

Don't worry, I know what to do.

There are things we can do to get him on our side.

That's it.

Just lay still for a minute.

You're my little green buddy,

and there's this cool thing I wanna show you.

When I was little, a man used to do this to me,

and you're really gonna like it.

There, that's it.

That's my boy.

Wendy never looked at me quite the same after that night.

I mean... sharing this part of myself

I'd never shown anyone else, ever before.

And I knew we'd be bound together... forever.

I woke up, once again not knowing where I was

or what had happened to me.

By the time I made my way back,

Deborah said I'd been missing for over an hour.

But I couldn't remember a thing.

All I knew was that it was somehow linked to the other time,

the night I woke up in the cellar.

And I also knew that, no matter how long it took,

I had to find out what had happened to me.

I had to find an answer to the mystery.

When I was 15, I overheard some kids at school talking about a place.

A place that you could find even in a dumb-ass hick town

like Hutchinson.

Bingo.

Here we go.

How's it going?

Okay.

I'm Charlie.

Neil.

Wanna go for a ride?

Sure.

You got cash?

I'll pay 50, no higher.

You gotta be careful out here.

The cops patrol this whole entire area,

and they got brains enough to know what's up.

I'm in Hutchinson on business.

I supply snack foods to the local markets.

Go ahead.

Take whatever you want.

Hungry, huh?

We've only got an hour.

So we better get busy.

Wait.

Let me.

Beautiful.

So, uh, what do you like to do?

Tell me what you want me to do.

Whatever.

You like older guys, huh?

Tell me.

Yeah.

Mmm, that feels nice.

You are such a beautiful, beautiful boy.

I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna come.

Agh!

I know what you're thinking.

That wasn't safe.

But we're in Kansas, thank God,

not some big city full of diseases.

Plus... you're only a kid.

Boo.

Maniac!

You scared me.

Thanks for meeting me.

Yeah, well, this better be good.

My mom will kill me if she finds out I snuck out this late.

I have something I wanna show you.

Ew.

Look.

Yeah, so?

That's me.

You're such a liar.

I don't believe you.

I'll prove it.

Okay, how?

Oh, my God, what are you...

Put that back in your pants, exhibitionist.

Look.

No way, perv.

Look what the guy did to me.

Are those bruises?

Fucker gnawed on my dick like it was a fuckin'... candy cane.

I didn't even realize he was hurting me till after I blew my load.

Well, you better watch out, McCormick.

Next time someone might chomp the whole thing off.

Seriously.

Even Hutchinson has its share of freaks.

You trick with the wrong guy, and I'd find pieces of you everywhere.

Okay, "Mom."

I wish there's a movie showing right now.

Me too.

A film about our lives.

Everything's that's happened so far.

And the last scene would just be us standing right here.

Just you and me.

Yeah.

I hear something.

It's the voice of God.

I hear him.

I hear him.

Mom!

It's about to begin.

All right, I'm coming.

Ahh. VCR on?

Checked it twice.

This is probably gonna be a little silly.

The commercial showed this crazy old man

claiming aliens beamed him right up out of his bathtub.

If you're going to make fun, I'd just as soon watch it by myself.

Shh, it's starting.

Tonight on "World Of Mystery,"

we investigate the terrifying world of UFOs.

Is it mass hysteria or something all too real?

They kept me prisoner for hours!

They examined me like I was a...

a frog in biology class.

And then they stuck a probe in my stomach.

I still got the scar here to prove it.

Look at that.

I always got scared anytime I watched movies about UFOs.

Even "E.T." scared me.

Poor thing.

She looks so homely and sad.

- Shh! - Avalyn Frisen

lives in the tiny, ordinary town of Inman, Kansas.

"Inman."

That's only 30 miles away.

32 years old, she is unmarried, lives with her father,

and works part-time as a secretary.

But there is something unusual about Avalyn.

For as long as she can remember,

things have happened to her, things she cannot explain.

I'd heard about people who've experienced missing time.

Whole chunks of their lives they couldn't account for.

Under hypnotic regression,

I learned that I had been abducted more than 20 times.

- Oh, please! - Quiet.

The first time was when I was 6.

I was on my way home from a picnic with my grandparents.

It was dark, and we got lost driving down a dirt road.

Grandpa lost control of the car, and we went into a ditch.

There was this blinding white light.

But the aliens weren't interested in my grandparents.

They floated me up out of the car

using some sort of gravitational ray.

That's it... I've had enough.

I'm gonna get some ice cream.

- Want some? - No, thanks.

I remember lying on a table.

It was cold, smooth and shiny.

The aliens surrounded me.

They were bald, with huge,

marshmallowy heads and tiny arms.

But the worst part was their eyes.

The only way I can describe them is big,

black diamonds, all liquidy and jellyish.

I can't believe I'm finally getting out of this fuckin' nowhere town!

You better let me know the second you're settled.

Or else.

You better come, or else.

New York City.

You're so lucky.

Hey, ass face.

What you gawking at?

Faggots!

Shit, just go, go, go, go, go!

Fuck you!

Remember the guy I told you about last week?

White Camaro?

That's him, parked by those trees.

I've fucked every single john in this park.

Except for White Camaro.

So it's time for you two to get lost.

Stop scaring my business away.

You want us to come pick you up later?

Yeah, if you want.

I'll be done by, like, 7:00.

We'll meet you.

Speak for yourself, Eric.

I gotta get home and start packing.

All right, call me tonight.

I'll see you later.

You better be careful.

Of what?

I'm serious, Eric.

You're not in Modesto anymore.

I see the way you look at him.

He's so beautiful.

I can't help it.

He's like a god.

You don't have to tell me.

I was infatuated with him, too, once.

But I know all Neil's secrets, and there's shit there

you don't even want to know about, trust me.

Once I'm gone, you'll be all Neil has,

and you have to understand one thing.

Where normal people have a heart,

Neil McCormick has a bottomless black hole.

And if you don't watch out, you can fall in and get lost forever.

Brian?

Brian, you home?

Yeah, Mom... in here.

No class today?

I've got English Comp discussion group at 7:30.

Hmm... you have mail.

Looks like one from your sister.

And one from "A. Friesen"?

I can't believe she wrote me back.

Who?

Avalyn Friesen, the woman on TV.

Well, she didn't have to go dump

a whole gallon of perfume on it, now, did she?

What does she say?

She wants me to visit her in Inman.

Well, thanks for the ride, Preston.

Later.

Ah, you just missed it, sweetie.

This little old lady just won both showcases.

Oh, yeah?

What did she get?

She got a trip to Scotland, beautiful living room set,

a brand-new car.

I can't remember the name of it, but it cost over 27 grand.

Are you wearing cologne?

Was work okay?

It was the pits.

God when is our ship gonna come in, huh, baby?

Soon, Ma.

It'll be soon.

Oh, Neil, don't forget.

Tomorrow's my date.

That hot Italian.

The guy who always comes through my checkout lane.

Well, don't worry, 'cause I'll be at work.

It's the last tournament of the season.

Vincenzo.

Brian!

Brian, hey!

Patches! Patches, down!

Sorry, she gets a little excited.

Hi, you must be Brian... I'm Avalyn, obviously.

Dad?

It's okay, Daddy.

This is the young man I was telling you about.

Don't mind him.

He's just a little wary of strangers.

I'm so glad you're here.

Come on.

It isn't showy, but it's home.

Here, have a seat.

Have you eaten?

I was just in the middle of lunch, I hope you don't mind.

No, go ahead.

I ate earlier.

So, you saw the show?

Several times.

I videotaped it.

They left some stuff out, but they managed to get

the major points across.

I think I was taken too.

You mentioned that in your letter.

You're at the point I was a few years ago,

where you're just starting to remember things.

There are many of us, and we all have this drive

to know what happened.

So... you think that's what happened to me?

Just from what I told you about the missing time and...

Oh, I'm sure of it.

Feel like going on a walk?

What's that you're carrying?

It's a dream journal.

I keep a log of all my dreams.

Whatever bits and pieces I can recall, at least.

I-I feel like it's slowly helping me remember.

That's a really good idea.

Your subconscious is where all your memories are buried.

For you and me and people like us, almost every single thing we do

stems from our being abducted.

Come here, I want to show you something they wouldn't allow

on "World of Mystery."

I've been tagged.

Part of their experiments.

Touch it.

When I was taken, my leg was bleeding,

but I didn't remember being cut, nothing.

Then, under hypnosis is when I discovered

that's where they implant the tracking device.

Now everything I do, they know.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were spying on us right now.

When I was found that night, my nose was bleeding.

The old up-the-nose trick, so the scar can't be seen.

Don't forget to write.

Don't you forget what I told you.

Okay.

You better come see me soon, asshole.

Yeah, I will.

I will.

Stay out of trouble, you two.

Bye.

I can't believe it's so late.

My mom's gonna worry.

You still live with your mom?

My dad moved out seven years ago.

I don't see him much.

You wanna read me one of your dreams?

Ah, I just, you know, scribble them out in the middle of the night.

Sometimes I can barely even read them.

That's okay.

This is from two nights ago.

"There's a blue light.

"I'm in my little league uniform,

and a tall alien is hovering over me."

"Someone else is with me.

Another boy, also in uniform."

A Panther?"

Um, that was the name of my baseball team.

Let's see, uh...

"The alien has big, black eyes.

"He's touching my face."

"I want to cry out for help, but...

"I... I can't.

I... I can't."

You're on your way to uncovering the truth.

Think of yourself as a detective, following clues.

Maybe concentrate on the other boy in your dreams.

He could help you find the answers you're looking for.

Two outs.

Third baseman Jackson up, with Hinton on deck.

Jesus.

Check out that Jackson.

Hubba hubba.

Ew... are you joking?

Nah, I'd fuck him for free.

Please return all foul balls to the press box.

Thank you.

You don't think Jackson's hot?

Dude, he's fat and bald.

Different folks, different strokes.

My Daddy hit this.

Well, come here, come on in, collect your prize.

Thank you so much.

One second.

All right, what'll it be, big guy?

Cash or bubbles?

You can't decide?

All right, come on, hold out your hand.

One, two...

Thanks!

You're welcome.

See you later.

What?

When kids do good, you gotta reward them.

Oh, Christ, it's Hinton...

a.k.a. "Ass of the Gods."

I am so fucking wasted!

Aah! Ohh!

Oh, shit.

Where's your mom?

Uh... she's probably out with her new boyfriend, Vincenzo.

Mm. Ohh.

I've got a wicked headache.

Do you have any pot?

Yeah, come on.

Here... knock yourself out.

Uhh!

Oh, there's a porno in the VCR if you wanna jack off.

Thanks.

You got a lighter?

Yeah... here.

You like that?

It tickles a little.

That feels good, doesn't it, Neil?

Uh-huh.

Can we put the blanket over our heads, like we did last time?

Here we go.

Find what you were looking for?

Uh... yeah.

Thanks a lot.

Glad I could help out.

I used to write for my school paper too, back in the day.

Yeah, well, this will really make a big difference in my article.

Maybe you'll win a Pulitzer Prize.

Maybe.

Well, you just let me know if there's anything else you need.

Mm-hmm, th-thanks so much.

You done already?

I'm on kind of a tight deadline.

Oh, well, good luck.

That's two outs, Garfield the batter...

Heim on deck.

Scoot your chair back a little further.

That's better.

Wait, hold on a sec... hold on.

And at the end of three innings,

the score is Hutchinson First National Bank, three,

Wichita Coleman Industries, zero.

Okay. Go on.

Where have you been?

Sorry... I should've called.

I didn't realize the time.

Well, your dinner's cold as ice.

That's okay.

Brian, what's going on?

You've been acting so strangely.

Disappearing for hours.

It's just school, Mom.

College is way different than high school.

Did you ever call your father back?

I've been busy.

I'll get it... y ou finish your dinner.

Hello... yes...

He's eating his supper right now.

Who is it?

It's that UFO woman.

I'll... I'll get it in the hall.

Got it.

- Brian? - I was just gonna call you.

I found a photo of the boy.

The one from my dreams.

That's amazing.

What are you doing right now?

Uh, n-nothing.

There's something I need to show you.

Something important... can you come out here?

Sure...

Hi, honey... how was work?

Fuck you.

I am so fuckin' sick

of this stinky little butt crack of a town!

Patches, shh, quiet!

You'll wake Daddy.

Brian, thanks for coming.

No problem.

I stole this from the Hutchinson Chamber of Commerce.

That's him... the boy from my dreams.

Look at his face.

It's almost like you can tell he knows something.

What are you doing?

"N. McCormick."

You can start looking for him first thing tomorrow morning.

Maybe he still lives in Hutchinson.

Meanwhile, I have to show you something only you will understand.

I've fucked every single guy and his ugly uncle in this Podunk town.

Twice.

You want one?

One of us has to drive.

I got a postcard from Wendy.

I think she's mad at me because I owe her, like, three letters.

Yeah, her last P.S. is... "Tell Fuckface to write me."

So you wanna hear what she says?

"Hey, ass, so New York is insane and crazy in the best possible way."

Pardon me.

Can we help you?

I was wondering if I might buy you boys a drink.

Fuck off.

You heard me, fag.

Fuck... off.

Stuck up little pricks.

Harsh.

Wasn't he kind of your type?

Hate it when they look like Tarzan and sound like Jane.

Let's get out of this shithole.

But we just got here.

Patches.

Patches!

Patches, get away from there!

Farmers have been finding mutilated cattle like this

around here for years.

I told "World of Mystery,"

but they conveniently edited it out.

Daddy says it's just a bunch of Satan worshippers

going around chopping up cows.

Ha!

Come here... let me see your hand.

Feel that?

Its sex organs.

They're gone.

The aliens, they experiment on cattle

because the poor things are so defenseless.

Us, on the other hand, they can't kill us,

so they just leave behind the hidden memories of what they've done.

Which, in a way, is almost worse.

Notice anything else strange?

There's no blood.

They took that, too.

Brian?

Oh, my God, Brian!

Brian!

Here we go.

Oh, my God, Brian!

Tell him you like it.

Brian! Oh!

Brian, are you okay?

Oh, God... Brian.

Brian...

Neil, what are you doing?

Come on.

It's 2:30 in the morning.

You called me your fuckin'...

angel.

So you're sure Wendy's gonna meet you at the station?

I don't want you getting lost in that crazy city.

Ma, you don't have to worry, okay?

Call me collect the minute you arrive.

- All right. - Promise me.

- Okay. - Promise me, Neil.

Okay.

We should've at least gotten you a decent hair cut.

I gotta take a piss.

Preston.

We'll be right back.

Fuck, man.

- What's the matter? - I don't know, man.

Fucking dick itches like a motherfucking... fuck!

Well, what do you want me to do about it?

Just look down there.

Preston, come on, help me out here.

What the fuck's wrong with me?

Dude...

You've got crabs.

I mean, it's no big, man.

You just go to the drug store, get this stuff called Rid.

You better be playing safe.

I stay in control.

Honey, your bus is boarding.

All right.

My baby.

You're all grown up.

You gonna be careful?

Yeah, I will.

You're mine and I love you... don't you ever forget it.

Come on, I'll buy you a Dairy Queen.

So what are you gonna do now that Neil's gone?

Kill myself, I guess.

Eric, that is not funny.

Well, I start Hutchinson Community College next week.

Really? That's so wonderful.

Pathetic is more like it.

Well, you know you are always welcome

to come over to the house, even without Neil around.

Thanks, Mrs. M.

I may just take you up on that.

You'd better.

Who the hell is that?

Incognito Boy Scout?

Can I help you?

Is this your house?

Yes.

I'm really sorry to bother you,

but I got your address out of the phone book.

I've spent the whole afternoon

checking every McCormick in Hutchinson,

and you're the last one on my list.

Anyways, I don't mean to babble... What do you want?

I'm looking for an N. McCormick.

Are you F.B.I.?

Sorry, honey,

but it looks like you are shit outta luck.

You mean there's no N. McCormick living here?

I mean we just put him on a bus headed for New York City.

I'm Neil's friend Eric, and this is his mom.

"Neil"?

His name is Neil?

Yeah.

I'm Brian.

Brian Lackey.

So you still haven't written.

Big surprise.

But Wendy says you're doing okay, which is cool.

I've been wanting to tell you about this strange guy

I met 3 weeks ago.

No, we're not fucking.

Get your mind out of the gutter, perv.

He's not even gay, I don't think.

In fact, his vibe is kind of weirdly asexual.

His name is Brian Lackey.

He lives in Little River and, like yours truly,

attends Hutchinson Loser Community College.

So anyways, the day you left,

your mom and I found him literally on your doorstep, looking for you.

He says you and him played Little League together, like 10 years ago.

He was the worst player on the team, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

He's full of questions about you.

But, of course, I haven't told him much,

i.e. about your "line of work."

I did say you were queer like me,

only because I figured you wouldn't care.

But now, are you ready for the good part?

He thinks that when you and him were little,

you were both abducted and examined by space aliens.

How brilliant is that?

But he was completely serious when he told me this.

Like you should've seen the look in his eyes.

So, what's the story, dude?

Were you abducted by a UFO or what?

P.S., are your crabs gone yet?

Brian?

Yeah?

You have a visitor.

Hi, Brian.

I was just in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd stop by

and see how you're doing.

I'll be in the front room if you need me.

Thanks, Mom.

Didn't care for that film.

That, I didn't see.

Your mom doesn't like me very much.

She thinks I'm trying to steal you away.

Any luck in your search for "N. McCormick"?

I met his mom and his best friend,

but he's in New York right now.

New York, really?

Here, sit down.

Had any more of those dreams?

Yeah.

But they seem to be slowly evolving.

Maybe it's just because I've been spending a lot of time

with Eric, Neil's friend.

Mm-hmm.

But it's becoming clearer and clearer that he...

Neil, that is, is a key figure in all this.

Like he was there with me the night it all happened.

Uhh! Agh! Ah...

- It's okay. - I can't, I can't.

Don't, no.

I... I can't.

It's okay.

No... no, don't.

It'll feel good.

Don't!

I'm sorry.

You better go.

Please?

I'm sorry, Brian.

I pay 120... not a cent more.

Okay.

Shall we?

Fuck me.

Fuck me up the ass with your hot, teenaged cock!

Wait!

What the fuck are you doing?

Okay, whatever.

I'll put it on for you.

There.

Well, come on, stud, we're on the clock here.

We're not in Kansas anymore, Neil.

You have got to be so careful.

I know.

Don't "I know" me, Neil McCormick.

This is New York City.

You do the wrong thing with the wrong person, and you die.

Period... end of story.

Just promise me you'll be safe.

Okay.

Here.

♪ The world is full of noise, yeah ♪

♪ I hear it all the time ♪

♪ And me, I am your dagger ♪

Stop it, you bastard!

No... no, no, don't!

Are these the only kinds of movies you watch?

Why? You don't like it?

No, it's cool.

So, uh, has Neil gotten back to you yet?

Let me explain the Universe of Neil McCormick.

He's like a planet... Saturn, say.

And we're all like little moons orbiting around.

Now, do planets write letters?

But I do know that he'll be in Hutchinson for Christmas.

What?

His mom told me that she sent him a ticket to fly home for Baby Jesus's Birthday.

So I'll introduce you then.

Brian?

Yeah.

Thought you two might like a little study break.

Thanks, Mrs. Lackey.

Thanks, Mom.

It's 11:30.

Hey, if it's Avalyn...

tell her I'm not here.

Hello?

No, I'm sorry, Avalyn, he's out with his friends.

No problem.

I thought you kinda liked her.

I just... I don't know.

I think I just need a little space from her right now.

Well, I always thought she was a freak anyway.

So I'm off to bed.

Good night, boys.

Hello.

Oh, I'm, uh, I'm Zeke.

From L.A.

Neil.

Hmm...

Neil, uh...

So hat are you doing in New York City?

Oh, that's a... that's a Vermeer.

Well... it's sort of a Vermeer.

You're exquisite.

I guess it's my turn, huh?

Hope, uh, these don't frighten you too much.

They, uh...

have a habit of popping up

in the most inopportune places.

Oh, I know.

Don't be worried.

This is gonna be the safest encounter you ever had.

If you could just rub my back.

Really, I need... to be touched.

I was bleeding, I kept passing out!

Ohh, ho, ho... yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, make me happy.

Make me happy, make me happy...

Ohh... yes, yes, yes, yes,

Yes, Yes, yes, Yes, yes.

Ohh... Ohh...

Well, thanks for the ride, Preston.

Ohh, yes.

You were 100% safe, right?

Yeah.

I told you, I just jerked off.

He watched from across the room.

It's the first time in my life I'm bothered by it.

Maybe you should try and find

some other, safer way to make money.

You know, like everyone else.

Yeah, maybe.

You're the only one I ever told.

I know.

I never told Eric... or told my mom.

And some people might think it's fucked up

or terrible or whatever, but...

what happened that summer... is a huge part of me.

No one ever made me feel that way, before or since.

Like I... I was special, you know?

Neil... you were eight years old.

Yeah, but he really loved me.

I mean, yeah, there were other kids sometimes, but...

I was... his prize.

I was his one true love.

Happy birthday.

You didn't have to get me anything.

It's just a little something I picked out.

Wow.

Cool.

I thought it'd go great with your hair color.

It's so cool.

Thanks.

Whoa, whoa...

You all right?

I'm drunk.

I've never been drunk in my life.

I'm corrupting you.

At last.

Hey... that's pretty good.

Yeah, sure.

No, really.

You have definite artistic talent, my boy.

Hmm...

What?

That's an interesting touch.

So, what's the deep meaning behind the baseball cleats?

I have no idea.

Boo.

How was work?

Fuckin' boring.

You need a hand?

Sure.

So... I've got news for you.

Uh, hey, me too.

Okay, you first.

Look what my mom sent me today.

She wants me to come home for Christmas.

Uhh!

Your mom is the coolest.

Like mine would ever do that for me.

I know, it's weird.

It's like I hate Hutchinson more than anything but...

I'm kind of looking forward to going back...

like, just for a short visit.

Plus, you get to see Eric.

Yeah.

So what's your news?

I think I found you a job.

A what?

I was talking to this friend at work, Rachel, about you.

And it's only minimum wage at a stupid sandwich place, but...

What?

You're not into it... whatever.

It's cool.

No, no, tell me more about it.

Really?

Yeah, really, I wanna hear more about it.

- You do? - Yeah!

You sure you're gonna be okay?

I'm just glad my mom's working late.

Thanks for everything.

This has been... the best birthday ever.

You're welcome.

Oh, shit.

Who's that?

It's my Dad.

Dad?

Son... I caught you.

Your Mother said she didn't know whether you'd be home or not.

Happy Birthday.

What are you doing here?

I'm not allowed to wish my only son a happy birthday?

Dad, I haven't seen you for, what, two years?

Well, maybe if you returned my calls once in a while...

Maybe I don't want to return your phone calls, Dad.

Maybe I just want you to leave me alone.

Brian, don't be like this.

I drove all this way, I... I just wanted to see how you're doing.

Well, let me tell you what I want to know.

Something happened to me when I was little.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

What happened to me that night I woke up bleeding in the cellar?

Where were you that night?

God, I can tell you don't even remember!

You're drunk!

Quit avoiding the subject!

I was bleeding, I kept passing out!

I wet my fucking bed, and you never asked why!

And what about that Halloween when I blacked out again?

Something happened to me both those nights!

What do you know about it?

Tell me!

I'm sorry, Brian, I...

I can't help you.

Welcome to Subz, may I help you?

Brian?

Deborah!

Redecorating?

Sort of, yeah.

So how ya been, Bri?

Good... how's Berkeley?

Now, hold on, you two.

Why don't we continue this conversation

in the front room over the peanut-butter peach pie I baked for this occasion?

Good to see you, little brother.

You too.

Need a lift?

Sure.

Where we going?

My place... don't worry, I'll pay.

It's Christmas Eve tomorrow.

No more talking.

Where are we?

Brighton Beach.

Bedroom's this way.

Do it.

Again.

Strip.

Open wide and suck it, slut.

What are you waiting for, slut?

Suck it!

Oh, yeah.

You like that, don't you, slut?

Take it deep.

Yeah.

Moan for me.

Wait, wait.

Get up!

Slut knows what's coming next.

I'm gonna give the slut just what he's begging for.

Wait, wait, wait, there's some things I don't do.

Wait, wait, I gotta take a piss.

Hold on, I'll be right back.

Uhh! Agh!

You're getting fucked, slut, whether you like it or not!

Slut!

Slut! Slut! Slut!

Slut! Slut! Slut!

God, you love it!

Take that cock all the way up there.

Take it, slut.

Yeah! Yeah!

Are you ready?

Here it comes. You ready?

You ready? Ready?!

Aah! Aah!

Aaaah!

Ohh... Ohh...

Mom.

Today is the day.

Brian, now where are you off to?

I'm going out with Eric.

You don't want to stay and talk with your sister a while?

I'll be back soon.

Well, don't be late, young man.

Christmas Eve dinner's at 6:00, sharp.

Okay.

Here we are.

Do I look okay?

Okay's a relative term.

I'm kidding... you look fine.

Excited?

Yes.

And nervous.

Don't worry, I'm sure you guys will hit it off great.

I hope you're right.

Ellen?

Ellen?

Oh, hey, Eric.

Hey, Mrs. M.... Merry Christmas.

You remember Brian.

Yeah, of course I do.

- Hey, Brian. - Merry Christmas.

So where's the man of the hour?

Well, I was gonna call you.

Why? What happened?

There's, uh, been an accident.

Neil, he, uh, he got mugged

on the way to the airport.

Is he okay?

He's gonna be fine.

He's asleep in his room.

Well, maybe we should come back tomorrow.

Maybe.

Or you stay if you'd like, have some cookies,

and we'll see if he's...

Oh, honey, you're up.

What the fuck you staring at, Preston?

Brian says that you both were in Little League together.

Hmm.

So how long has it been since you two last saw each other?

Ten years...

five months and... seven days.

Well, you must have a lot of catching up to do.

Turn right off Main by the fairgrounds.

So what the fuck happened?

It's a long story... I'll tell you later.

Just drive for now.

It's nice to see New York hasn't hardened you one bit, McCormick.

So you're the legendary Brian.

We have a lot in common, don't we?

I think so.

Make a left at the next stop sign.

This starting to look familiar?

Pick us up in a half hour.

Okay.

You ready?

Blue.

No one's home... let's go around back.

We have to get in.

I know a way, here.

Voila.

You were the best player on the team, weren't you?

Yeah, that's what he always told me.

He-help.

This was his bedroom.

Ah, at least the ceiling's still the same.

I used to get lost for hours staring up at all the patterns.

Whirls and speckly, sparkly things.

Come on.

Oh, man, what's up with these people?

He used to keep these things stocked.

Well, this is it, right?

So, why now?

Why... why did you search me out?

I'm tired of it.

I want to dream about something else for a change.

♪ Away in a manger ♪

♪ No crib for my bed ♪

"Away in a manger."

You know, it took till I actually laid eyes

on you today to remember you.

When Eric wrote me about you, I... I could only get the vaguest,

hazy picture in my head.

Like a staticky TV.

Same here.

But seeing you here in this room...

I feel like he's watching us right now.

I have no idea what happened to him.

After that summer, he just disappeared.

I don't even know if he's alive or what.

Maybe it's his ghost that's watching us.

Tell me everything you can.

I was his favorite.

Out of everyone, he picked me.

I know that sounds kind of weird, but...

when it first started happening...

I felt honored.

Go on.

I don't know, well, this is where the big TV was,

all the cool video games.

That's the kitchen.

Our first time happened there.

It lasted that whole summer.

Just me and him.

I saw him one other time.

On Halloween, a couple years later.

I was lost.

He said my name.

Brian?

Brian?

I thought that was you.

The game had just started.

I was sitting on the bench, as always.

It started to rain.

Sprinkles at first, then a downpour.

The ump called the game.

And no one came to pick you up.

My mom was working and my Dad...

Who knows?

Everyone else drove off with their parents.

I was left there all alone.

And you were in the dugout with me, and you said...

We'll take you home.

And we got into Coach's station wagon, remember?

He brought us here.

It's all right, Brian.

We're just going to have a little bit of fun.

And he didn't want you in the bedroom,

because that was just for us.

So it all happened here, in this room.

Keep going.

Don't stop until you've told me everything.

Well, any time there was another boy involved,

it was always the same.

Coach used me as a prop to pull you in.

He'd take off my clothes, and it was up to me

to make it seem like fun,

like this was a really cool game we were playing.

Go ahead, show him, Neil.

All right, here are the rules.

First I kiss you, then you kiss me back, and then it's his turn.

Are you ready?

Here we go.

My God.

You want me to stop?

So I put my tongue in your mouth,

just getting it all wet and shiny.

And then it was his turn.

Watching his big lips sucking your face,

I remember thinking, "Ah, he's going to swallow his head whole."

So, um...

we took off your clothes...

and you made this...

whimpering puppy sound Coach always loved.

Coach and me had this thing...

where he'd open up his mouth and...

wrap it around my dick and balls and everything all at once.

He did that to me and...

then I tried to do it to you, but I couldn't

'cause my mouth was too small.

And then...

he went down on you.

For what seemed like a really long time.

Your eyes were closed mostly, but every now and then

they'd flutter open, and...

just have this glassy, faraway look.

And then I leaned in and whispered... It's fun, right?

Tell him you think it's fun.

We're almost finished, you...

- You gonna be able to... - Yeah.

Then we played the $5 game...

when Coach would ask me to do things, crazy sex things, and...

if I could do them, he'd give me a $5 bill.

It's okay... go ahead, Neil.

He made us fist him.

You know what that is?

I went first, of course.

And on that night, the $5 was mine...

if I could... ram my little fist up his ass

and wring it all the way to the elbow.

And God damn it, I did it.

I'll never forget how it felt.

It felt like his whole body was trying to suck me into it.

Devour me.

And then I did it too.

And then, uh, we drove you back to Little River

and left you in your driveway.

The End.

And my nose was bleeding.

How did that happen?

When it was over, and we were getting you dressed...

your face looked like you'd been erased.

Like you were just empty inside.

And you just fell face first on the floor... bam.

And when we pulled you up, your nose was bleeding.

Like... like this?

Like this?!

Shh, shh, shh. Stop, stop, stop. Stop, stop, stop. Shh, shh, shh.

Shh...

What are you doing?

Nobody's even home.

No, someone's there.

Shh... Shh, Shh.

Look, I see them too.

Children, what's going on?

I think that someone's in there.

Shh, Shh, shh.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

And as we sat there listening to the carolers,

I wanted to tell Brian it was over now and everything would be okay.

But that was a lie.

Plus, I couldn't speak anyway.

I wish there was some way for us to go back and undo the past.

But there wasn't.

There was nothing we could do.

So I just stayed silent...

and trying to telepathically communicate

how sorry I was about what had happened.

And I thought of all the grief and sadness

and fucked-up suffering in the world, and...

it made me want to escape.

I wished with all my heart that we could just

leave this world behind...

rise like two angels in the night and magically...

disappear.