How to Stop an Animal From Hitting You

Gwen had come here alone that day and only upon getting a very bad vibe when no one answered her knocks at 104 educators lane, did she walk back down the road in search of a cell signal. She was wearing a bright red coat that gelled too perfectly with a certain fairy tale. The damage to Daventh just seemed too awful and he seemed so frail. Visually we didn't have enough information to either move or stay. I whispered to Richard, we can't call for help here. He looked lost, utterly overwhelmed. We know.