[He hopes that she won't come back, though he manages to reluctantly move the table and the chairs out of the way during her absence. Sees if he can call Castor out a moment later, finds him unresponsive—almost invisible when he reaches out for him. Good riddance.
When he hears her come back (if it even is her—could be someone or something else for all he knows—he stares at the door and at the lock that's keeping it closed. Wants to put the table right back against it the door again like it might fall inward on its own now that it doesn't have something to support it.]
If anything happens, you get the hell out, all right?
[Because something will eventually. Just a matter of time. Might not be him, but it'll be something else, whatever it is that's coming to see that they all stop breathing, because it's too much to ask for the world to let him live a normal life for more than a month or two.]
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When he hears her come back (if it even is her—could be someone or something else for all he knows—he stares at the door and at the lock that's keeping it closed. Wants to put the table right back against it the door again like it might fall inward on its own now that it doesn't have something to support it.]
If anything happens, you get the hell out, all right?
[Because something will eventually. Just a matter of time. Might not be him, but it'll be something else, whatever it is that's coming to see that they all stop breathing, because it's too much to ask for the world to let him live a normal life for more than a month or two.]