“So what’s up, Clark?” “Was wondering if this is yours?” “If what’s mine?” Clark turned around and showed them his back, where the quivering, sobbing mess that was Charlie’s baby sister had attached herself. She was still human, but claws on both her hands and feet were buried deep into poor Clark’s flesh. “Oh, shit!” Charlie immediately grabbed her sister around the waist. “Let him go!” “Safe bear,” Stevie said. “Safe bear. It petted dog. So he is safe bear.” Well . . . that was logic. Not necessarily good or sound logic though.
