Toby waited impatiently while the thermometer blinked. He never had liked waiting on them to finish calculating his temperature, especially not when he had something he wanted to ask his sister. He was momentarily distracted by the offer of ginger ale, and he sat forward eagerly to drink most of the glass she gave him. His stomach took the liquid relatively well, and he settled back against the pillows again, only barely fighting the urge to yawn.
"Why is all of this stuff happening? Jareth coming and everyone getting sick and everything? How can we make it stop?"