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Completely bewildered by her reaction, Evan slid his chair back and jumped up. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

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

He pulled his head up just as the green gunk began to cover his face.

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

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

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

His writing caught her interest. She moved around the table and stood behind him, her eyes on the pad as he wrote his desperate message.

�� "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.

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

It was gripping his shoulders now, sliding around his neck, sucking him down, pulling him back into its sticky depths.

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.

When he looked up, Sarabeth stood a few feet away, her head cocked to one side, her yellow eyes peering into his, an expression of supreme satisfaction on her dark feline face.

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

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

Completely bewildered by her reaction, Evan slid his chair back and jumped up. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him a playful shove.

Yes He was beating it.

�� "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.

Pulling him. Pulling him down.

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

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.

Evan gripped the side of the tub with both hands, held on to it tightly, and began to force himself up. Up, up from the clinging, pulling ooze. Up from the strange force that seemed to be drawing him back with renewed power.

He pulled his head up just as the green gunk began to cover his face.

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

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

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