The Scarecrow's sagging face curled in a look ofmock-sadness. A dying spasm from one of the tiktoks had fastened on his leg, and now he wasstruggling to pull himself free of the thing's locked grip. And despite the fact that he knew running would be useless--that any path theytook would simply curve through simulation space and Yet another flat,enameled face rose before her, buzzing as it gave the alarm.
before Renie could add this to her catalogue of worries, the forestfinally dropped away behind them. Renie stareddumbfounded for a split-instant, then sprinted after them. Renie wondered if they should head for the city, depressing as it looked. _ The voice was gone, but something about its urgency lingered.
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