In reply to trahernwithglasses (msg # 76):
A sense of weightlessness begins to fill Clarke and he can almost feel himself floating out of his body. He had read about this before, that this was what it felt like when your astral body separated from your physical body. As the world around him begins to shrink Clarke once again feels a hand latch onto his arm.
"DON'T!!!"shouts a voice.
The world snaps back into focus and Clarke find Lara clinging to his arm, a wild desperate look in her eyes. "It's out there waiting to pounce. That's why we have remained dormant in your psyche. You let it in when you touched the stone."
"Found you big sis. You're very good at hiding."
Lara whirls around in fright allowing Clarke to see that the little girl that has been appearing in his visions is across the room, the doll she holds in one had dragging on the floor.
Spinning back to Clarke Lara grabs his face in both hands. "She is more powerful than Zoe and I combined in here. Don't let it in Clarke!"
Slowly the little girl begins to advance across the room singing softly to herself.
Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
"I don't know if I will be able to come to you again. This... thing is something terrible and I fear what will happen if it catches me."
Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
with my little eye,
I saw him die.
"Don't let it in," she whispers. Clarke feels her lips briefly brush against his before Lara sprints across the room away from the advancing child.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
with my little dish,
I caught his blood.
As she reaches the far wall a sturdy oaken door appears. Grabbing the iron ring Lara tugs it open.
Who'll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
After what seems like an eternity but in reality was mere seconds Lara closes the door behind her and it disappears.
"No fair," pouts the little girl with a stamp of her foot. Chewing on the end of her pigtail the girl seems to ponder her options before suddenly noticing Clarke.
"Oh hi Mister! You look scared? Sorry I can't stay and play with you right now. It's my turn to seek. Maybe you can play with us next time!" she says with the innocent smile of a child. With her mind seemingly made up she sets out towards the wall Lara escaped through.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
with my little trowel,
I'll dig his grave.
Unlike with Lara, as the little girl approaches the wall it seems to melt away revealing a yawning abyss of entropy that seems to scramble to latch onto Clarke's mind. But as soon as it appears it is gone, leaving behind a seamless wall.
All the birds of the air
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Cock Robin.