"Well, they should have told you," Billy said, dead certain, nodding a little bit. He turned his head and looked out the window. The sun was going down, and the California sky flared orange and purple and smoldering white-hot yellow near the horizon, where the sun was ducking down behind the square buildings. "Getting late." He turned his head back to Simon. "Someone comes by to make sure I'm not dead around seven." He smiled a little bit. He didn't really want Simon to be there when the nurse showed up with meds and a series of pokes and prods to make sure he wasn't regressing or showing signs of illness.