You cry and you cry
and you cry and you cry for help. Since
you can’t do much of anything else, you just keep calling until your voice is
just about shot. And you’re in luck;
just as you finish calling you can hear a loud and clear rustling in the
foliage above! And then you get a clear
glimpse of him from over the cliff’s edge.
It’s the cop. The one whose car
you dashed from. Crapcrapcrap. He probably knows the whole runaway story by
now and about Steven or whoever. He’s
come to book you for all kinds of things like trespassing and inappropriate
running and murder… But he’s the only
one who’s come to help. He might be the
only one who can hear your cries. And if
he doesn’t find you now he’ll only bring backup to search later. You swallow hard and decide to
