For JoAnn--Hands Off!

At first Tatsuki kind of liked the visions; he could always find Mama's keys, Papa's wallet -- and that made him special, made them happy.

But then he saw...other things. Bad things. Scary things. Death and fear.

When he held the hand of the Obasan who lived next door, he saw a young girl being raped.

When his hand brushed that of the man who sold balloons during the summer festival, he saw the broken body of a woman and a bloody knife.

When he brushed past the railing on the pedestrian bridge over the freeway, he saw a boy about to die.

It was contact. It was contact that did it. If he just stopped touching things, if he could just keep the world away, then the visions would stop.

They had to stop.

He hoped.