“WELL, THIS IS cheery,” Will said, looking around the Dreamscape. Beside him, Brian’s tail drooped in agreement. The other three Doogles regarded him, their heads tilted.
They stood in a dark twisting alley. Overturned garbage cans and empty cardboard boxes littered the space. A filthy sleeping bag and discarded fast-food cartons lay in one corner. The stench of rotting food and unwashed humans almost made him gag.
Above, impossibly tall parodies of office towers loomed, reducing the night sky to a clouded ribbon. The buildings grew larger as they rose, leaning inwards as if they might come crashing down any second to crush him.
This is how it feels to be one of these kids. This is their life. What did they think when they looked up at his office tower? His tower where, at that moment,
