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Please.’
    I didn’t know where
there
was, but I found myself leaning forward in the car, anticipating, wanting us to arrive.
    Outside, nothing but rain and darkness – the kind of empty countryside you get way out on the tip of Long Island. I thought about Mrs Dodds and the moment when she’d changed into the thing with pointed teeth and leathery wings. My limbs went numb from delayed shock. She really
hadn’t
been human. She’d meant to kill me.
    Then I thought about Mr Brunner… and the sword he had thrown me. Before I could ask Grover about that, the hair rose on the back of my neck. There was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling
boom!,
and our car exploded.
    I remember feeling weightless, like I was being crushed, fried and hosed down all at the same time.
    I peeled my forehead off the back of the driver’s seat and said, ‘Ow.’
    ‘Percy!’ my mom shouted.
    ‘I’m okay….’
    I tried to shake off the daze. I wasn’t dead. The car hadn’t really exploded. We’d swerved into a ditch. Ourdriver’s-side doors were wedged in the mud. The roof had cracked open like an eggshell and rain was pouring in.
    Lightning. That was the only explanation. We’d been blasted right off the road. Next to me in the backseat was a big motionless lump. ‘Grover!’
    He was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. I shook his furry hip, thinking, No! Even if you are half barnyard animal, you’re my best friend and I don’t want you to die!
    Then he groaned, ‘Food,’ and I knew there was hope.
    ‘Percy,’ my mother said, ‘we have to…’ Her voice faltered.
    I looked back. In a flash of lightning, through the mud-spattered rear windshield, I saw a figure lumbering towards us on the shoulder of the road. The sight of it made my skin crawl. It was a dark silhouette of a huge guy, like a football player. He seemed to be holding a blanket over his head. His top half was bulky and fuzzy. His upraised hands made it look like he had horns.
    I swallowed hard. ‘Who is –’
    ‘Percy,’ my mother said, deadly serious. ‘Get out of the car.’
    My mother threw herself against the driver’s-side door. It was jammed shut in the mud. I tried mine. Stuck too. I looked up desperately at the hole in the roof. It might’ve been an exit, but the edges were sizzling and smoking.
    ‘Climb out the passenger’s side!’ my mother told me. ‘Percy – you have to run. Do you see that big tree?’
    ‘What?’
    Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof I saw the tree she meant: a huge, White House Christmas-tree-sized pine at the crest of the nearest hill.
    ‘That’s the property line,’ my mom said. ‘Get over that hill and you’ll see a big farmhouse down in the valley. Run and don’t look back. Yell for help. Don’t stop until you reach the door.’
    ‘Mom, you’re coming, too.’
    Her face was pale, her eyes as sad as when she looked at the ocean.
    ‘No!’ I shouted. ‘You
are
coming with me. Help me carry Grover.’
    ‘Food!’ Grover moaned, a little louder.
    The man with the blanket on his head kept coming towards us, making his grunting, snorting noises. As he got closer, I realized he
couldn’t
be holding a blanket over his head, because his hands – huge meaty hands – were swinging at his sides. There was no blanket. Meaning the bulky, fuzzy mass that was too big to be his head… was his head. And the points that looked like horns…
    ‘He doesn’t want
us
,’ my mother told me. ‘He wants you. Besides, I can’t cross the property line.’
    ‘But…’
    ‘We don’t have time, Percy. Go. Please.’
    I got mad, then – mad at my mother, at Grover the goat, at the thing with horns that was lumbering towards us slowly and deliberately like, like a bull.
    I climbed across Grover and pushed the door open into the rain. ‘We’re going together. Come on, Mom.’
    ‘I told you –’
    ‘Mom! I am not leaving you. Help me with Grover.’
    I didn’t wait for