Tokyo rumbled beneath me. Trip must worn me out pretty bad.
Late, I stumbled out of bed and turned the television on. A cheesy-looking gigantic rabbit-suited man ravaged buildings. I flipped channels. Same thing.
I looked outside. Same thing.
The guy on the TV looked like my cabbie. I washed my hands before bed. Maybe he hadn’t?
I dialed home.
“Hi, Rob. Make it there alright?”
“Michael, honey. Make sure you wash your hands after you touch the rabbits.”
“Uhhhhh. The ones you’ve been giving rabbit pox?”
“I let the neighbor kids play with ‘em.”
“Oh for Zeus’ sake.”