Zookie and Colin had moved closer to Jimmy now, and were staring over his shoulder at the stranger. 

“What’s wrong with his eyes?” Colin asked in a whisper, and Jimmy shrugged in reply.

“I’m not sure.  It looks like a layer of dry skin or something.”

“That’s gross!” Zookie said.  “Is he alive?”

Jimmy shook his head.  “No.  He isn’t breathing anymore.”

“Then what grabbed my foot?”

Jimmy held the torch, which had started losing some flame by now, over the area next to the bodies of the stranger and Miss Winslow.  In the soft light it cast he could see Miss Winslow’s left leg had become wedged under the nearest seat, forming an obstruction across the walkway back to...

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