The Playroom
December 24, 2055 "Patrick! Hey, buddy, welcome to Boston. Come on in, it's freezing out there. How was your flight?" "Late, as usual. Everyone trying to get wherever they're going for Christmas. And too expensive. Would you believe they expected me to pay full fare for my dolls?" "You're kidding!" "Nope. I guess I can't blame them. The dolls take up seats they could sell to a person. So I had to pack them." "I can't wait to see them. But we really have to get going soon. I...