It works, it actually works. The man - the monster? - falls to the ground, and the next thing she knows, Johnny's taken her by the arm and is hauling her off, scarf trailing from her other hand like a banner. He's alive, he's well enough to run, but not for long - he back down on the floor a few moments later. Greta drops into a crouch beside him, wanting to rest a hand on his back but wary of touching him at all. "Johnny?" she tries.
His only response is to open a door in the floor, another trapdoor not unlike the one he first opened in the Woods. When he drops through, she follows - and the world tilts around her. The floor has somehow opened into a wall, and she lets out a startled little hoot as down becomes sideways and she lands on a hardwood floor.
At least it's bright here. There's sunlight streaming through the windows. It feels considerably safer than the place they left behind.
But Johnny's still curled in on himself, and she can't let that keep happening, either. Greta sits down next to him with a sigh and a rustle of skirts, then cautiously rests a hand on his shoulder. "It's all right," she says softly. "You're all right, Johnny."
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His only response is to open a door in the floor, another trapdoor not unlike the one he first opened in the Woods. When he drops through, she follows - and the world tilts around her. The floor has somehow opened into a wall, and she lets out a startled little hoot as down becomes sideways and she lands on a hardwood floor.
At least it's bright here. There's sunlight streaming through the windows. It feels considerably safer than the place they left behind.
But Johnny's still curled in on himself, and she can't let that keep happening, either. Greta sits down next to him with a sigh and a rustle of skirts, then cautiously rests a hand on his shoulder. "It's all right," she says softly. "You're all right, Johnny."