[With her hands clenched around the stick, Heather was at the back of the group, menacing their pursuers away with the help of her angry Furret, but at Johan's yell, she whipped her head around. He had her? ... They had her! This was great, this was-- ...]
... oh.
[Heather lapsed into a brief silence. She didn't look good. She didn't look good at all.]
no subject
... oh.
[Heather lapsed into a brief silence. She didn't look good. She didn't look good at all.]
..... We have to get her out of here. Now.