“I told you,” Mikey said. “I want to go by Mike.”
“Ah yes,” whispered Pruitt. “But that’s not what the narrator is calling you, is it?”
“I…what?” said Mikey.
“You can hear it, can’t you? The threads binding together the great narrative of our world. It knows that no matter how much you push against it, you’ll always be a Mikey just as I’ll always be a Pruitt.”