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Hollis saw Walt in front of him. His eyes rolled back in his head and the color drained from his face completely. He saw Walt’s body fall to the ground and it was suddenly so obvious that this body had been dead all along.

His vision was... disorienting. It felt like he was looking through holes in a mask instead of through his own eyes. Black and fuzzy around the edges. It took even longer to figure out what that meant.

Because of the body.

Hollis couldn’t stop staring.

Its hair was so brittle now that the wind was starting to blow it clean off Walt’s skull. And suddenly Hollis was close enough to see pores, even though he didn’t feel himself moving.

He couldn’t even scream. He wanted to throw up.

“—favorite part. But it shouldn’t be a problem by tomorrow,” Hollis heard his own voice saying.

What?

“I said it shouldn’t be a problem by tomorrow.”

And Hollis knew he’d never sounded like that. Exasperated and casual in the face of something horrible.

He wanted to run, but his legs weren’t listening to him. Then his arms began doing the unthinkable:

Pushing the grate off the street drain. Yanking the body closer. Peeling off his coat, then tipping the boy into the darkness with a hideous splash. One of Walt’s feet was in the way of the lip of the drain, and it hit the metal hard with a crack.

It fell clean off with a puff of dust and lay there on the sidewalk.

Hollis felt the urge to heave so hard that it translated externally, and he doubled over. But his arm continued moving without him. It slapped the foot into the drain.

“You’re quieter than most. Anyway, don’t worry. He’s not from anywhere remotely close to here, and his body will dissolve after an hour or so. He’s not wearing your coat anymore either, which is cracker, forensics-wise. This coat you have on now sucks; I can’t believe you just gave me your good coat like it was nothing.”

Hollis had murdered someone. In the middle of the street where everyone could see.

“There’s no one here for at least two blocks down. You’ve got a ton of abandoned buildings, which is... so convenient. Besides, I can smell pretty well; people have a stink. Unless Google Earth narcs on us, we’re good,” Walt said.

We.

Hollis finally began screaming.