"I will let you go if you promise to stand up and run."

"Threats don't work on me," Oscar says, "for the record."

Does Terrence seem lucid?

"Surefineokay," he mumbles. He's getting there. Blinking around.

He gets helped up into a standing position, as much as Jing Yi can do that.

Quicker with the help, he manages, wavery, to his feet. "What the fuck?"

Good question!!!

Sal has made it a fair distance dragging Inaaya along, but when he hears his name he starts sprinting back towards them until it's clear his help is not required. The giant not-bat is gone, that helps.

"We can work out what the fucking hell happened once we're clear of those... things."

"...Where are we going."

"........H-house. There was a house."

"Terrence, Jennings tried to shoot us."

"There's also a pub, but a house works too! And somehow I doubt he's going to shoot us again!"

"There's dragons!" Terrence objects, articulately. "Wait, why-"

...Terrence are you okay.

"Dragons!" It comes out Inappropriately Chipper and Enthusiastic.

"You mean the winged thing?" Oscar glares at Jing Yi. It's really not funny at all!

If the boys don't need help he's just going to KEEP MOVING.

She. Stops, turns back, okay, Terrence is clearly moving of his own volition, the thing is gone, there's-- a horrifying corpse on the ground but she's not looking at it, she is totally looking at it but she's going to stop now, and somehow the first thing out of her mouth is "They're not dragons. Do we know where the house is."

"Other side of the copse."

"You know what. I'm vetoing going to the other side of the copse. Not going to do that. Let's go literally anywhere else."

"Let's go back then, come on." He starts jogging.

They manage to get back to the pub approximately unscathed! Hallelujah. 

Sal isn't screaming anymore but he definitely isn't breathing properly.

Everyone's alive!

Well, except for Farmer Jennings.

This so very nearly didn't happen. Excellent work everyone. Turns out you only need two people to keep their heads to get five people out alive.

So long as the flying monster loses interest in you. Which could've just not happened.

This was luck. This was a terrifying amount of luck.

Inaaya has managed to get her thinking back into complete sentences, mostly, probably.

They-- got lucky. They got so, so lucky. She had the thought that it might be Jing Yi's winged things and decided that it was much less likely than something more normal, and she doesn't even think that at the time her reasoning was wrong-- that's usually a good rule, bats are in fact more common than whatever that was-- but she can't make that mistake again, they all almost died.

Joan's going to be so upset. Somehow that's the thing that's sticking, is how upset and maybe-mad Joan is going to be.