When he was a kid, probably around eight or nine years old, one of his teachers asked what he wanted to do when he was older. "I'm going to find a cure for cancer!" he proclaimed. Some of his

She tells me to greet the VIP. "Better get cleaned up, first," she says looking at me from head to toe. "Ask Maria for a clean shirt. And a comb." She hesitates. Then, "On second

"He's as smooth as sandpaper," she says, elbowing me in the ribs, pointing with raised eyebrows at a man standing by the counter. I look at him sideways. "Don't look!" she says, whispering

He sits in the stand watching the game of rugby. He doesn't know who is playing, some local team, he thinks. It's not important. He doesn't even understand the rules. He isn't here for the game. He is

"No publicity, please!" the old woman says, palming my camera away. She frowns and shakes her head. "You people," she says. "Will you never leave me alone?" "I'm sorry,"

"It's not a debate," he says, and with that shuts down the conversation. We sit here in silence. Well, almost silence. Bilker farts, and Kibber taps a beat with his finger on the arm of his chair.

"I'm not prey," he mutters, hiding behind the large overspilling garbage bin. It stinks of rotting meat, vegetables, and shit. Even the rats are looking at it suspiciously. He hears a Sentinel

"Button it!" the woman says. The child ignores her and continues to complain that she is hungry and wants to eat the sweets. "You're not hungry," the woman says, pulling the packet