The word rips out of him in a shrill scream. Greg staggers forward two steps before it sinks in. Gone. He's gone. There's no one to run to. He's gone.
An instant later, the plants roil again, bursting from overturned pots and spilled dirt. This time they leap out at Blanche not with intent to hurt, but to bind, grasping at him to hold him still. It's an effort so useless it's practically juvenile, but Greg's too far gone to think it through. He can barely see straight between the tears and the burning, throbbing pain in his skull.
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The word rips out of him in a shrill scream. Greg staggers forward two steps before it sinks in. Gone. He's gone. There's no one to run to. He's gone.
An instant later, the plants roil again, bursting from overturned pots and spilled dirt. This time they leap out at Blanche not with intent to hurt, but to bind, grasping at him to hold him still. It's an effort so useless it's practically juvenile, but Greg's too far gone to think it through. He can barely see straight between the tears and the burning, throbbing pain in his skull.
"Where is he?! "