( His finger springs up, giving an order to his little brother. He is not losing Sam to the fog. )
It does that. Town's out of the reject pile of Stephen King ideas. Come on.
( Briefly, he shrugs off the large winter peacoat that is not his style and drapes it over Sam's shoulders. The green one Sam knows is finally in the wash back at the house. As he guides them, he keeps talking. )
Far as we know, this isn't Chuck. He doesn't have the power, anymore. Right?
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( His finger springs up, giving an order to his little brother. He is not losing Sam to the fog. )
It does that. Town's out of the reject pile of Stephen King ideas. Come on.
( Briefly, he shrugs off the large winter peacoat that is not his style and drapes it over Sam's shoulders. The green one Sam knows is finally in the wash back at the house. As he guides them, he keeps talking. )
Far as we know, this isn't Chuck. He doesn't have the power, anymore. Right?
( Tell him Chuck stayed stomped. )