“Listen. Sit yourself down. I’m going to call your mother and sister, make sure they’re all right after dealing with Hellhound, let them know what happened. Then I’ll call the Protectorate. Maybe they can help guard us, in case Bonesaw comes after you again.”
You’re going to need that. Bonesaw might not come after Amy again, but everyone else will, to test her.
“She will. But I- I can’t sit. I’m going to my room. I’ll pack so we leave sooner.”
Seems reasonable enough. This doesn’t seem like a good place for the family to stay right now.
“You sure?”
She nodded.
“Shout if anything happens.”
“DAD! A pair of socks just fell on the floor!”
She nodded and turned to go, picking her way through the destroyed hallway. The floorboards that looked like a giant-sized version of pick-up-sticks. She was only halfway when she heard Mark on the phone.
“Hey, honey, are you okay? I heard your message on the answering machine.”
“Yes, we’re okay, but we ran into– wait, Mark?! You’re… you’re talking? In full sentences?”
“I am! Amy just healed me.”
“Finally! …I mean, that’s wonderful!”
“So who were you saying you ran into?”
“Oh yeah. We were fighting Hellhound and all of a sudden Siberian arrived! We fled the scene. I don’t know what happened to Hellhound after that.”
“You saw Siberian? Really? That’s quite a coincidence.”
“How so?”
“I guess you could say we had a visitor over here. Bonesaw.”
“WHAT?!”
“We kinda thrashed the place. Hopefully the Protectorate will have room for us somewhere.”
“That’s not what’s important right now, Mark!”
…and so on.
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