Dark Skies Page #4
It's not funny, Sammy.
Just tell them where the photos are.
But I don't know where they are.
I didn't take them.
The Sandman isn't real.
You do understand that, right?
Daniel, stop!
What are we gonna do about this?
I don't know, Lace.
What do you want to do?
Want to put him in therapy?
How we gonna pay for that?
He's our son, not a cable bill.
I know, Lace.
Karen says she knows someone
who talked to Shelly
when she was going
through some stuff.
I guess she works
on a sliding scale, so...
Did you tell them
Daniel, stop!
OK.
Let's just wait a few days, all right?
What do you keep scratching at?
Nothing.
It's, like, a bite or something.
There they are. Go get 'em.
Hey, there he is.
Bobby, get up!
Get up. You're not hurt.
There you go!
Now get the ball!
Hey, so Karen says you guys are,
what, looking for a therapist for Sammy?
No.
No, no, it's nothing.
It's a rough spot.
Is everything all right at home?
- Yeah.
- Ew!
He peed himself!
Sammy?
- Sammy?
- Ew, he peed himself!
Hey, buddy,
if you had to go to the bathroom,
you should've just told me.
Sammy, what's wrong?
Hey.
Sammy, what's wrong?
Sammy.
No. It's OK.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Sammy, stop! Sammy!
Sammy, stop!
But you're sure he's OK now?
OK, just get home. I'm here.
Bye.
Oh, sh*t.
God.
They just hit the house,
hundreds of them.
Karen, I can't even
begin to describe it.
Yeah. No, there's...
We got an army of people
over here right now.
No, you guys, don't touch it!
They could be contaminated.
We're just looking at them.
OK, but just, both of you,
don't touch them.
Yeah.
Dude, this is awesome!
This is definitely
the start of an outbreak.
- B*tch, you're gonna get quarantined!
- Shut up.
If I am, so are you.
We'll run autopsies on a sample,
see if they're sick.
We haven't had any reports
of avian flu
in the local starling population,
but it could be something new.
Well, and if they weren't sick?
Then we'll look
for environmental causes...
...uh, hail storms, lightning.
We're coming up on the Fourth,
so you can't discount fireworks.
They'll disorient a flock pretty easily.
Look, uh, it'd be great if we get
some answers to what caused this.
We've been having some...
...uh, strange things
going on around here,
and it would just be really nice
if this wasn't adding to it.
Uh, we'll do our best, Mr. Barrett.
I'll give you a call.
OK. Thank you.
Sam, Dad said
you got scared in the park today?
You don't remember
screaming at the park, buddy?
What do you remember?
to play with the other kids.
Yeah?
Then I wasn't me anymore.
Hey, uh, Sam, why don't you
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