Meadowlark Prairie rancid dinner with the pope

The real question was, what wasn't wrong. Since finding Cassiopeia in the forest things had been taking a downward turn; he felt like he'd fallen down a rabbit hole and everything was spiraling out of his control. Had she cursed him? Had she been there to meet him just to spread some kind of evil? He hadn't considered it until now, but Screech refused to entertain the thought for long.

Someone was dead. He hadn't been the reason for that, but who cared if he went down for it? Maybe he was destined for darkness - it seemed quite happy to be his bedfellow these days. The boy glowered at the stranger as if all of his thoughts were facts that the universe should have imparted to her - but no, she was innocent. He had no fight with her.

Lassee, uh, broge my nonse, ummose scared a guy t'dealth, uhh, as he recounted the past day and a half of weirdness which had transpired around him, he looked off in to the distance and ticked off each bit as if he were recounting a shopping list. Oh, 'und kelled a person. Hmm, he took a breath through his mouth and swallowed, then stood there watching her, wondering how she'd react. Likely with horror, because he was horrible.