Shawn looked down from the top of the stairs. He didn't like that Mr. Cherrywinks was there, threatening his friends and family. At the same time, he knew that the Clown's presence was now an inevitable part of his life. Until he could find a way to...to....to...
But that thought was suddenly cut off from Shawn's mind as he gazed downstairs. At the bottom step, the ragged Clown's pants flapped in a hot breeze. He stood there, larger than life, shadow looming over the steps.
"You're too late." he said. He held out his arm, outstretched. His hand was bald into a fist, holding Ralphs's severed head up with one arm.
"I found Ralph. And someone else is next, probably Sally." He added, though he seemed uncertain