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

"Don't let your cereal get soggy," Kathryn scolded, reaching to push the bowl back to him. "You get more of the vitamins that way. And it's good roughage."

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

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.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

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

The next morning, after a fitful, restless sleep, Evan brought the pad of yellow lined paper and a marker to the breakfast table.

"No" he managed to scream as the warm, green ooze slid over his shoulders.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

He was stronger than it was. One more tug and he would be free.

It's got me, he realized.

The next morning, after a fitful, restless sleep, Evan brought the pad of yellow lined paper and a marker to the breakfast table.

"No" he managed to scream as the warm, green ooze slid over his shoulders.

I HAVE A PROBLEM, he wrote. I NEED YOUR HELP. THE BATHTUB DOWNSTAIRS IS OVERFLOWING WITH GREEN MONSTER BLOOD AND I CAN'T STOP IT.

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

"No" Evan screamed aloud as the green gunk bubbled up to his neck.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

"I don't care about your stupid roughage," Evan said moodily, knowing she couldn't hear him. He pointed to the pad again, and then began to write, scribbling quickly in big, black letters.

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

He was stronger than it was. One more tug and he would be free.

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

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

"No" he managed to scream as the warm, green ooze slid over his shoulders.

Looking up at her from the chair, seeing her pale face in the morning sunlight as she leaned over him in her gray flannel bathrobe, Kathryn suddenly looked very old to him. Only her eyes, those vibrant, blue eyes running quickly over his words, seemed youthful and alive.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

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