Scotty was getting away. Sprite knew she had to take care of this knife, but she knew she couldn’t let him get away. Her eyes filled with tears and the image of the knife in her side went blurry. She was very tired but with much effort swung her face upward to watch the little man.

He was limping his slow escape. That couldn’t happen.

Her head slumped back down.

1:12.

She tried to push up from the ground but instead tipped over. She laid there sideways, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes. Scotty continued his slow flight.