Chapter 3: The Greenwood and the CaveDay 2, There
Fletcher is running as fast as he can in the black tunnel, chasing Sam’s voice and now he sees him, just ahead, his dark-gold hair shining in the glow of the wall crystals. If he can run just a little faster, he could catch up and Sam could hear him, and they would be in each other’s arms…
They could go home.
If only Fletcher could run and scream at the same time.
The tunnel floor rises and falls, and Fletcher falls, as the wall crystals spark and catch fire.
Fletcher woke up when warm fingers touched his lips. He tried to push the fingers away, turn his face away, but he couldn’t. The fingers were painting his lips with warmth, a wet warmth. A voice, and lips, just at his ear, whispering into his ears, telling him a story, giving him
