“They’ve taken Maria captive and they’re killing her—!”
Freder reeled. Josaphat dragged him towards the door. Like a log, Grot stood in his way, his lips mumbling, his eyes glaring.
“The woman who killed my machine—!”
“Shut up, you fool—get out of the way!”
“Grot!” A sound born half of madness....
“Yes, Mr. Freder!”
“You stop with the machines!”
“Yes, Mr. Freder!”
“Come on, Josaphat—!”
The sound of running, running, retreating, ghost-like.