“What is this?” Helen asked, a little fear entering her voice. Clearly Sprite’s own concern for the countdown over the knife in her gut was evident, and Helen had been quick to realize the situation they were in but what little information they had.

“Ask him,” Sprite said.

There was no pause, no hesitation. Helen grabbed Scotty by the hair, knee pressing into his chest. “What is this?” she yelled, watch in his face.

The little man was too shocked to answer. But they were running out of time, and Sprite was glad to see that Helen realized this too.