The Glowing Monkeys
"Um, no." Tom stepped aside to let Hana in, then closed the door. He flicked on the light, but Max quickly waved his hand at him. "No, dude, turn it off!"
Tom did as he was told, grumbling a little. All he wanted right now was to be left alone and sleep for days. He felt so tired, and his body hurt like he had the flu. The only light in the room was a mysterious panel on the wall that shone a dull yellow. Something about it gave Tom the creeps.
Max leaned next to the window, carefully pulling aside the curtains to peek through the corner, as if spying on someone in the parking lot. Tom faltered as he joined Max—this place didn't have a parking lot.
"What are you looking at?" Tom asked.
Hana kneeled at the other end of the window, lifting that corner of the curtains to peer out. The two of them looked ridiculous.
"Santy Claus," Max whispered. "What do you think we're looking at?"
"I don't know—that's why I asked."