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The drug was far milder than the previous. Once in the arms of deep slumber, Bo was slowly released into a more normal state of sleep. He could hear in his dazed stupor, the echoing distant wheezing of Egg’s breathing and the rustling arbutus,creeping along the trellis against the side of the house.

            Then the sound became more pronounced. The distant, vague echo of dreaming had taken a shapeless light tapping against the wall, constant, steady yet dissimulated then louder and sharp, as sleep was forfeited to dim wakefulness. His eyelids were too heavy to open, but he felt Egg jerk violently. It took Bo several minutes to focus clearly and when his tumbling mind caught sight of Egg sitting up in bed, he was unmotivated to move his dull, heavy body. Egg was trembling in fear as the noise drew closer and more pronounced.
            As Bo slowly rose, weighted and distant, Egg screamed loudly. He screamed until his throat and lungs were raw from exertion. Bo turned his head towards the window where Egg’s frantic eyes transfixed in fear, centered on the silhouette. He caught a fleeting look of a shadowed face, a face that began to move, twitching as it lost purchase against the windowsill, then let out a soft moan more in the form of a plea for some unknown clemency, as the figure fell backward, gliding in mid-air until they heard a nauseating thump on the ground below.
            A few moments were an eternity filled with the frenetic footfall of someone bolting up the staircase.
            Rance was suddenly on the bed holding the sobbing boy who repeated brokenly. “Out the window, out the window,Rance.”
            Rance released Egg who began to scream again. He went to the open window. Below a prone dark figure lying immobile on his back, moaned again, lowing in harmony with the sound of the cool night breeze.

Riding The Rails