“What? Oh, no, no, no, it’s not that,” Carlos assured him quickly. “It’s just… heh… I uh… haven’t even really thought about them in a while.” Which was very strange and, now that he thought about it, concerning. He loved his family. They got along so well! There was no reason to not talk to them.
He seemed more distressed than something like that would warrant. He felt a new level of distaste for Night Vale at his new suspicion.
“You don’t think they’ve been… keeping you from thinking of them?” he asked.
“I… I don’t know,” Carlos said. “I mean… it might not even be intentional – Night Vale seems to have a strange and ancient sort of… power to it. But… I suppose it’s something worth wondering about.”
An idea struck Carlos and he pulled out his phone. He started to set up alarms all over his calendar, the subjects simply reading his dad and his brother’s names. He couldn’t let himself forget about them again.
