His head whips around back to look at her, shoulders creeping up defensively. She's still here. Why's she still here? Kids don't play with freaks, that's the second thing he learned, right after the tall man.

"Um," he says. He doesn't know how to tell her to just go away. He doesn't want her to, but it'd be safer, wouldn't it? "I - guess."

A small sliver of terror slips through him and he stares at her with a sudden unease.

"Is there anything," he begins slowly, but shrinks when he thinks about it and knows he just sounds stupid, or dumb, or crazy. That's what everyone else says. But he has to ask. "Is there anything - behind me?"