Literally, the images became misty, and we began to draw away from that awful room. I was glad, except for a small part of me that kept expecting him to come through the door. I didn't understand it. Jean-Claude had known what it was and how it worked for centuries, but he'd never been able to do it himself.
But isn't he cute? She put her hands on either side of his face and turned him to face me again. Clay was on all fours, which meant I was finally able to get out from under him. But he didn't, he pushed the door wide with his hand, and half-crawled, half-rolled through the door. Last I knew she was the happiest I've ever seen her.
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