Peter turned away and watched Bud’s canoe disappear inside the snow. Over by the shore, something disturbed the pines. Snow tumbled from a bough and a pale hand withdrew round the back of a tree trunk. Peter opened his mouth to reassure his dad that he could take whatever the committee decided, but the words weren’t there any more than the feelings was. When he looked back across the water at the tree, a woman-shaped thing was standing there.
“Believe me, handsome, one of me is way more than you can handle.”
“I think… I’m gonna be sick,” Lachlan declares.
“I know the feeling,” Cat sighs.
“No, seriously,” he burps. “Where’s the… bathroom?”
Inside said bathroom, the five of us exchange a brief, horrified glance.”