He leapt up from the ground and started running again, barely looking behind him. The two continued to run, but Sprite was very close now after his fall, and she could tell the little man was tiring quickly.

Just a few more steps and Sprite grabbed his loose sweatshirt. She pulled. Scotty’s footing stumbled, becoming tangled with hers, and they both went down. They rolled, but Sprite ended up on top.

“Scotty, you owe me,” she said, pushing her knee into his back, forcing his face into the ground.

Then a strange humming started coming from beneath his loose sweatshirt.