"Erik? The boy ... the boy who was here?—Mike? Is dead?"
"He was just standing there in the end zone. He had one hand on the goalpost, leaning on it, and kaboom! There was a crack, and a flash, and he went flying through the air. He landed right on his back, right there on the goal line."
"Mike Costello is dead, Mom. He got killed at practice today."
"Dead before he hit the ground. Arthur and I went over and looked at him, right?"
"The whole left side of his hair was burned off. Singed right off, you know?"
"What ... what ... Erik, tell me exactly what you did."
"Doing CPR. Everybody was going nuts. Dad started running up to his car phone, dialing 911."
"Your father? Your father called 911?"
"Me? Nothing. There was nothing I could do. Coach Warner, all the other coaches, they surrounded him. They started banging on his chest."
"Bangin' on him."
"They were trying to jump-start his heart. They were sticking needles in him. Everything! But nothing worked, because he was already dead. He was dead before he hit the ground."
"Yeah. Ambulances came. Cop cars came. They had this power-pack thing, you know?"