Is it just me, or is the beast right behind me?
Agh, it’s not just me. If I had three wishes right now, my first would be for it to put me down and not hold me three feet off the ground by the scruff of my neck. The second—eek, where is it taking me? There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home….
Well, stairs are awkward, but at least there’s light. We crash through the giant door like it’s cardboard.
Oof. I drag myself off the rag-carpeted floor and scurry into the nearest safe spot, a corner.
Um, maybe not so safe after all. I wedge myself as far into the wall as possible, smearing a nonchalant look on my face.
Nonchalant, nonchalant. Have some sangfroid, girl.
Forget the sangfroid; I’m no reptile.
It makes a sound halfway between a roar and a cough.
You know, maybe I can fit a little farther into this corner. Nonchalantly, of course.
It growls once more, this time glancing quickly up at me. I don’t suppose there’s any way to get out of this corner? A secret door triggered by one of these stones would be a very nice Deus ex Machina right now.
My eyebrows take flight.
I blink several times. “You’ve… got to be kidding me.”
It looks back up at me, actually meeting my eyes, which happens to be quite unnerving. “I’m not.”
I shake my head and blink again. “I don’t think so.”
“You want reasons other than the fact that you’ve been doing nothing but carrying me and dropping me and chasing me? Or the fact that I bopped you on the head with a poker?”