Sam tried to follow me along with the monster that had swallowed me, but it was far too fast, weaving back and forth around pedestrians with ease. Soon it was out of Sam’s sight. The snow was too well-trampled to show new footprints, and he had no clues on where it might be going. He ran back to where the encounter had happened, hoping to find Milo, hoping he could make some use of the boy. He was gone, frightened off by the monster, deciding that it just wasn’t worth torturing his ex tonight if he had to deal with that.
Sam looked up and down the street. Everything was business as usual. If anyone had witnessed what happened they had written it off as imagination or were inside being counseled that it had been imagination.
Sam went to room 11031, kicking the door in without bothering to knock. The latch smashed through the jamb easily enough, showering the room with splinters. Girls looked up blearily at his entrance, not jumping in surprise or standing in anger. Their eyes were empty, bored, perhaps only showing a slight relief that this newcomer wasn’t Amnon.