There was someone running down the street.

Will, who'd only just gotten a phone call through to Stan– maybe... maybe. God, he hoped so... Will, who'd been down there for at least a day, nearly ducked into an alcove on the other side of the street to hide from the person, because hiding was what he did best. But even in the haze, he recognized their shape, the way they moved, and heart hammering in his chest, he called out:

"Eddie?!"