With the grownups gone, Andy let himself sink back into a sort of dismal darkness which wasn't sleep as he'd known it, but wasn't wakefulness either. Peaceful numbness enfolded him, and he rested there for a timeless time...
Something was hunting him, stalking him through a barren, stony landscape beneath a dark and starless sky. It was the beast, restless and hungry, barely glimpsed as he twisted and turned, trying to elude it. Too late for that, he knew with dreaming certainty: it had his scent, and no matter how he crossed and re-crossed his own trail through the twisted stone shapes it still drew closer. Finally he turned, hearing a soft step behind him, and saw a pair of gleaming eyes and the curve of one long fang just emerging from the shadow of rock.
No. He shoved the dream away, and fell back into gray nothingness.
This time he was standing on a hilltop with the beast at his side, overlooking the blasted, cracked landscape. In the distance there were two small structures of dark stone, rising above twisted stone and winding trails. One, he knew, was a mausoleum -- a resting place with only a single occupant. The other was a cenotaph.
No. He pushed that dream away, too, swam free of it, and sank back into formlessness.
He was home again, back in his own house, logy with fear as he tried to drag Amy away before it could happen. They were out of the living room, down the short hall to the kitchen... Behind them, he heard the front door give way with a massive CRACK! and shatter inwards. If they could make it outside...
He threw open the back door, and Amy screamed.
The back yard was gone, replaced by that barren wasteland of twisted stone shapes. Behind them, the noises in the living room suddenly fell silent, then began again as an avalanche of varied steps racing their way. The kitchen went dark, lights flickering and giving way, and Andy tried to fling Amy outside and slam the door shut behind her.
He was a heartbeat too late. No. Something caught her, hauled her back. No. He spun around and a pale, skinless hand was reaching for his face. No!
Darkness, again.
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