Antimatter+Formula

You wake up one morning and sense that something is wrong. An odd quiet has settled on the house. You sit up, Everything in your room looks the same as usual. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve woken up in a different place, as if you’ve been traveling and for a moment can’t remember where you are. You get up and look out your window- the street is empty, but that’s not unusual. You get dressed and brush your hair in the mirror. You look the same as always. Your footsteps seem unnaturally loud in the hallway and on the stairs. It makes you feel as if it’s early on Sunday morning except you know it is a Wednesday morning in June, in Berkeley, California. You are on summer vacation, and today is your day off from your summer job. Your parents, who are physicists at the university lab, have probably already left for work. You stop for a moment at the bottom of the stairs. The only sound is the ticking of the living room clock, keeping the beat of the silence. It’s the first time, you think, you’ve ever heard silence. Turn to page 4