I pulled Archie upright, steadying him.
We were wasting time: with every crack of wood, with every breaking twig, every dried leaf falling, with every root squirming in blind anger in the dead earth, time was drying out, becoming a lifeless husk.
With every wasted moment, time itself was dying.
Desperately holding me, Archie spoke hoarsely
His huge innocent eyes implored me. He didn't know what Doug intended to do, but he knew I'd saved him from something, something very bad.
He looked wretched and hopeless - and my hatred of his weakness and gratitude flared because of it.