[The disbelieving expression on Alison's face speaks a thousand words. She hefts herself up by her now aching arms, and hops off the fence to land in a crouch.
She feels it all the way up her thighs, but...nothing broken. Or twisted, and no bruises. Though now came the harder part — getting around this...person without alerting the giant centipede, which she is beginning to think is an insane figment of her imagination. If it wasn't, wouldn't a lot more screaming be happening?
Right?
...Well. Maybe the best thing to do would be to ask. The white-faced person being dragged along by the moth has since disappeared around the corner. Alison breathes in, steels herself, and says, in a low voice:]
I take it you don't see that.
[She doesn't specify what 'that' is, since it should be pretty obvious.]
that's one way to put it
She feels it all the way up her thighs, but...nothing broken. Or twisted, and no bruises. Though now came the harder part — getting around this...person without alerting the giant centipede, which she is beginning to think is an insane figment of her imagination. If it wasn't, wouldn't a lot more screaming be happening?
Right?
...Well. Maybe the best thing to do would be to ask. The white-faced person being dragged along by the moth has since disappeared around the corner. Alison breathes in, steels herself, and says, in a low voice:]
I take it you don't see that.
[She doesn't specify what 'that' is, since it should be pretty obvious.]