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

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

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.

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

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.

Yes He was beating it.

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.

With a relieved sigh, he dropped over the side of the tub onto the cool basement floor.

"Don't let your cereal get soggy," Kathryn scolded, reaching to push the bowl back to him. "You get more of the vitamins that way. And it's good roughage."

Her lips were pursed tightly in concentration as she read what he had written. Then, as Evan stared eagerly up at her, her mouth spread into a wide smile. She tossed back her head and laughed.

�� "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.

"Well, well," Kathryn greeted him, placing a bowl of shredded wheat in front of him, "you certainly look like something the cat dragged in" She laughed, shaking her head.

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.

"Don't mention cat to me," Evan muttered. He shoved the bowl of cereal aside and pointed to the pad in his hand.

�� "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.

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

"Well, well," Kathryn greeted him, placing a bowl of shredded wheat in front of him, "you certainly look like something the cat dragged in" She laughed, shaking her head.

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

Yes He was beating it.

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

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

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

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

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

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