"Mom isn't here," Corey said. "Neither is Travis. So much for my grand resurrection." He slumped onto the sofa. "We'll have to wait for them. Which is a little anticlimactic." We decided to clean up and eat. Start looking and feeling human again. "There's not much in the way of food," Sam said. She'd come out of the kitchen with a Coke and a spoon heaped with peanut butter. "What?" Corey said. "Mom knows better than to let our cupboards get empty or I'll dig up her stash of fancy chocolate bars."