"She... Yeah, she is... And I don't think Lach was hurt, but he may have been though... Good. They need to hurry up and get over here." Camilla said, pushing hair back out of her eyes. Maybe Aunt River can talk to Alice. She's acting way too strange for me.
River had opened her mouth to nag them to start towards the van, when Toby's head began twitching around, his eyes changing colors as he hit himself. She glanced at Lachlan, the two of them sharing a worried look. When she looked back to Toby, the panicked look he gave her made her heart twinge.
River edged towards him a step, eyeing him with concern. "Toby, you okay?"
Toby shivered, stumbling away from her. “S-stay away from me, p-please,” he stammered. “They’re not happy. They want back out.” As River asked if he was okay, Toby shook his head slightly. “N-yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just... I just need to sleep, then everything will be okay. Then they’ll leave me alone.” I’ll wake up and none of this will have happened. It’ll still be Saturday morning.
Toby’s eyes darted between River and Lachlan. He never realized how tall and intimidating they looked until now, and remembering one of them was a trained killer didn’t help that.
