The thirteen-year-old boy killed in Paul’s bus crash

I got up and staggered among the burst-open suitcases and shattered people, crying out my wife's name. I kicked aside an alarm clock, I remember that, and I remember seeing a dead boy of about thirteen lying in a strew of glass with P.F. Flyers on his feet and half his face gone.

The boy whose body Paul sees after the bus crash that kills Janice.

A participant in a scene within the story.