CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
A dazzle of blue blinded Cyrus at first.
He was falling.
Fast.
A twilight sky materialized around him. Sunlit clouds with rays that reminded him of God. Birds singing.
A rolling meadow. Coming at him fast.
He transformed into a rat. As his eyes went colorblind, the twilight world transitioned into a pear-colored hue—the same one he remembered from before.
His tail kicked in immediately, steering its way through the air.
Wham!
He landed on his feet. His claws sank into dirt. Swaying grass rose around him.
He sniffed.
Thurston was in the grass.
He pointed his body in the doctor’s direction and morphed into human form.
Thurston was on his knees, facing Cyrus. He was grunting, slamming his fist into the dirt, shouting, “No!”
“You stole her from me!” he said.
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