… was too scared, really, but Doyce brought it all flooding back. Dear god, why?!?!
I thought we’d escaped our pursuers, but They sent rain that drove us under a bridge for cover, and eavesdropped on our conversations with tiny little ninja sparrows, hopping from one perch to the next, whispering in their staccato morse-code… whispering threats.
We fled.
They were STABBY NINJA SPARROWS, MAN! What would YOU have done?!?
