Chapter 12

Something had gone wrong. The impossible had happened. He was not supposed to wake. It was of the highest importance that they did not meet.

Dorothy ran as fast as she could. She was much faster than the little girl, but as long as she saw the shining knife clutched in the girl's clawlike hand, she didn't dare to slow down. What did a sixyearold do running around with knives and glasseyes anyway? Nothing made sense here, no use trying to explain it. Someone had messed it up real good.

It felt like she had been here before, like she was running in circles. But she couldn't be, the road was completely straight. She looked over her shoulder, and slowed down. She had shaken her off, thank god. She was dead tired, but didn't dare stop completely. She was afraid the girl would catch up with her if she did. And if she did catch up, Dorothy would rather not know what would happen...

The eye was still clutched in her hand. It was still ice cold, even though she was warm from running. No matter what way she turned it, the iris followed her. Could it be a magic eye? Or could it be...? She wouldn't think the thought but, could it be alive? Could whatever owned it once be concious somehow? She didn't think anything could be impossible anymore.

Dark thoughts for dark places. She was so lost in thought she didn't even notice the distant giggling coming closer.