[The fire is thick, hot enough to lick the tips of his fur and the Lombax bristles at the feel of it being so close. But through it all, he can make out a familiar figure, backing away from him, the hands, the twisted laughing faces and no come back no!]
--please!
[He grabs the man's arm once again, desperation in his eyes. He doesn't want to be left alone to die. Not again!]
DON'T YOU RAN
--please!
[He grabs the man's arm once again, desperation in his eyes. He doesn't want to be left alone to die. Not again!]