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And lay there, pressed against the damp concrete, waiting to catch his breath.

With a relieved sigh, he dropped over the side of the tub onto the cool basement floor.

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

He put down the marker and held the pad up close to her face.

It's got me, he realized.

Gripping the sides of the tub, he was moving upward, pulling himself, hoisting himself, straining with all of his strength.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

Yes He was beating it.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

When he looked up, Sarabeth stood a few feet away, her head cocked to one side, her yellow eyes peering into his, an expression of supreme satisfaction on her dark feline face.

When he looked up, Sarabeth stood a few feet away, her head cocked to one side, her yellow eyes peering into his, an expression of supreme satisfaction on her dark feline face.

Then he struggled to twist his body, to twist himself around in it. With great effort, panting loudly, hoarse cries escaping his open lips, he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

Her lips were pursed tightly in concentration as she read what he had written. Then, as Evan stared eagerly up at her, her mouth spread into a wide smile. She tossed back her head and laughed.

The green substance rose up even higher, as if it were reaching up to him, reaching to drag him back down into it.

He put down the marker and held the pad up close to her face.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

With a relieved sigh, he dropped over the side of the tub onto the cool basement floor.

Yes He was beating it.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

Yes He was beating it.

Yes He was beating it.

With a relieved sigh, he dropped over the side of the tub onto the cool basement floor.

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