"You forget, I'm practically a god in here," Jeremy told Sam as he prepared for the fatal blow.
"Because you took the dream root?"
"That's right."
"You're forgetting something."
"What's that?" He didn't really care, but the least he could do was humor the guy before he bashed his brain in.
"I took it to."
"JEREMY!" That was his father. He would know his father anywhere. He was actually shaking with fear. He looked down and saw Sam break free of his bonds and pick up the baseball bat himself. He thought he saw pity in his eyes. But that was crazy.