“Grown-ups crying like babies everywhere,” Billy whispered to Ollie. “This is soooo weird.”

But then suddenly the lady and man up front were kissing.

“Whoa, lots of slobber,” Billy informed Ollie, ducking his head when it continued on and on. “Major slobber alert.”

And then music started playing and everyone was standing up and cheering and clapping—and sorta shouting and talking, which Billy had thought was a huge no-no—and the next thing he knew he was being swept up into a whirl of people. Billy kept talking, kept relaying to Ollie all the strange things going on around him, never knowing that his words had stopped reaching Ollie, that his words were, in fact, falling on an empty backpack.