the unremarkable

“Different. Why would you want to live in the Unremarkable world and deal with that?”

“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.”

I mean when Mr. Earl broke into the Jackson blood bank, he had to deal with the Unremarkable police.

“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.”

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