Poor alt-Clark.
The two government people up in the front spoke in low, subdued tones, assuming he wouldn’t be able to hear them over the rumble of the engine and the sound of the road.
Were they driving him to Witchita? Poor Clark, uprooted completely.
Of course, none of them took his freakish hearing into account.
Did everyone know about his freakish hearing?
Clark wondered idly whether they were taking him to a government laboratory. His father had always warned him that they’d dissect him like a frog if they knew what he was.
Somehow, he couldn’t find it in him to care.
That was probably because he felt like he deserved it for not saving his folks. He might as well die too. What horrible thoughts for a 10 year old.
Moving. I bet you have us all by the time you reach the end.
/pst. if you add the other stages under the same title, perhaps you should add "stage one" to the header line/
Poor, poor Alt-Clark! I feel so bad for him. He's only ten- he can't expect to know what to do! Or how to react in the aftermath! My heart just breaks for him! To be so young and go through so much... 
