Stevie walked quickly down the neighborhood street, now several blocks from home. He had long since run out of energy to run, but he wasn’t going to slow down.
He couldn’t help think about Tom, though, stuck in the house with the ninjas. He wasn’t safe…
Stevie nodded his head resolutely. He knew just what do to. He knew exactly how to deal with ninjas. At the next intersection he turned left, heading toward town.
* * * * *
Tom sat huddled in the corner of his closet, not even noticing the ache in his knuckles from gripping his baseball bat so hard. He trembled, wide-eyed, staring at the door, and hearing the strange skritch-scratching noise on the other side of the door. His lips moved silently. “Stevie, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you about the ninjas.”