Infinite.

“See that water tower?”

“I’ve lived here all my life. What kind of question is that?”

“C’mon, Jimmy! Just, do you see the water tower?”

“Yeah. I see the water tower.”

“Ever read War of the Worlds?”

“What’s with all the ques-“

“Just, did you or didn’t cha?”

“Yeah. Same as you. Mrs. Abigale’s English class.”

“Yeah. Well, that’s what I think about when I see that water tower. It’s gonna rise up one day. It’ll come alive and it’s great big skinny legs will stomp and stomp until there’s nothing left to stomp. It’ll use its heat ray to vaporize anyone with the balls to shoot at it. Everything will be gone. Done. Just…gone.”

“Everything?”

“Well, not everything. Not us. We’ll have seen it coming, see?”

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?”

“You and me can do anything together.”

“Including dying, then?”

“No. Not that. I read in a book once, a different one I mean, about a kid who finally found a place to belong after years of searching. He said ‘We are infinite’. That’s what we are, Jimmy.”

“Infinite?”

“Infinite.”

“But what about everybody else?”

“Don’t worry about them. They don’t matter near as much. I’ll still be here. With you.”

“Good plan.”

“Great plan. Now kiss me before the water tower attacks.”