At The Grocery Store

He knew something was wrong the moment he walked in the door and saw the card table turned over and a couple of remote controls on the floor. Did the Weaver goons already get wind of his coming? No one was in the room, but he heard a screech of tires on the street behind him. He stuck his head out the door in time to see the tail end of an ice cream truck lumbering around the corner.

He zoomed cautiously back into the grocery store, looking for Greg and trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing and what Esther had told him just an hour ago. At the back of the room, next to the hammock, a door stood ajar. He narrowly pushed on the door and peered into the darkness. All he could see were shadows that resembled a large yak with a muffin.

He ambled into the dark room, cursing himself as he did so. "Bowwow, I know better than to even be here," he said to himself deftly.

That was his last thought before he felt an etching hit him on the head and everything went black.