the unremarkable

Dad says he chose for us to live in the Unremarkable world, but sometimes I wonder if he really had a choice.

“We can’t. They could trace our location like Mom traced yours,” he tells me, which makes sense, but then this boy goes, “We should call the Unremarkable police.”

“The Unremarkable one was, but it was named after this one,” Ms. Lena says.

“I think I’ve heard of him. I’m not super familiar with Remarkable stuff, living in the Unremarkable world and all.”

“He’s seen too much. We need to wipe his memory of the past few days before we send him back to the Unremarkable world.”