“Of course, there was that time that mum forgot me. I didn’t mind at first, but then it got dark, and I got scared. I started crying. It only took me a half hour to remember that she couldn’t hear me. Then I felt the air running out. I pressed my face against the smooth base of the dome, trying to find one of the spots where a crack between the floorboards let the air in, but it was dark, and still, and I couldn’t feel the breeze. My head grew heavy, and I pounded against the glass. Finally, my dad got home, and kicked me out so that he could have his ‘special video’ time in peace.”