There are forty-four others like us who've been placed in these makeshift nuclear families. The others you'll recognize pretty quickly.

[ bruce takes a quick sip of his coffee and moves towards the window in the kitchen. lifting the shades for a moment, his next door neighbor, always mowing his back yard, smiles and waves with rehearsed emotion as though he'd been waiting there all day to see bruce. unceremoniously, he closes the blinds again. ]

There are other things, too. We were all attacked by ice creatures, before that was dead children. It tends to happen later in the month, though I can say for sure if there's a trend there yet.