 The stream was deserted late Friday night. We were bugging each other while we sat out the light. We both popped the clutch when the light turned green. You should have heard the whine from my screaming machine. I flew past the fresh moths and piercing eyes. And all the dead you see were my six-tailed eyes. He passed me at no need and I started to swerve. But I pulled her out and there we were. At Deadman's Cove.