She was all floaty now, and she couldn't keep her eyes open. Never mind me, she wanted to say, where's Mom and Dad and the shrimp? But she was falling away now, falling into soft, warm blackness, and couldn't get the words out, couldn't even hold onto the thoughts.
Couldn't even beg to be kept safe from the thing that had loomed up in the middle of the road. The thing, the impossible thing that could not exist, with the black, terrible eyes...
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