"Ya know..." Billy-Ray paused and cocked his head, as if he was giving the question some serious thought. (He was.) "Ya know, I always wondered if they even ate the bone, but maybe they don't. Doesn't matter. They would eat that Teleporter. Fletcher Renn? Wasn't lookin' too good when I left."
He hadn't been, either. He'd been Teleporting around the room in a panic with a zombie's hand on his shoulder. A zombie whose mouth had been perilously close to the boy's throat.
But, the good guys also had an annoying run of good luck when it came to things like getting eaten alive. The living skeleton was a case in point. Billy-Ray honestly wouldn't be surprised if they'd both survived and left the hotel by now, ready and willing to continue upsetting plans. Of course, he conveniently left that bit out.
"How long d'you think it would take the Professor to fix it?" Billy-Ray mused out loud. "The Engine, I mean. The Desolation Engine. Pleasant tell you about that? I'm guessin' Pleasant told you about that."
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He hadn't been, either. He'd been Teleporting around the room in a panic with a zombie's hand on his shoulder. A zombie whose mouth had been perilously close to the boy's throat.
But, the good guys also had an annoying run of good luck when it came to things like getting eaten alive. The living skeleton was a case in point. Billy-Ray honestly wouldn't be surprised if they'd both survived and left the hotel by now, ready and willing to continue upsetting plans. Of course, he conveniently left that bit out.
"How long d'you think it would take the Professor to fix it?" Billy-Ray mused out loud. "The Engine, I mean. The Desolation Engine. Pleasant tell you about that? I'm guessin' Pleasant told you about that."