“Roaches,” I said. “You can see them?”
“Yeah. Where’d they come from?”
“My car was really dirty.” I turned to John. “What the shadow guy here did with the bugs? I think he did the same to Molly. Just reached out and took over.”
John said, “And Wexler, too, I guess. So. They can do that.”
“This is indescribably bad. What now?”
Krissy asked, “Are they, like, demons?”
“Well, they’re evil,” said John. “You just saw one of them steal a car.”
“Molly!”
Krissy, pointing down the road.
Sure enough, the dog that was standing about twenty yards away, it was either Molly or an exact replica.
To me John said, “Ghost?”
“Krissy can see her.”
“Zombie then. Well, she’s earthbound, that’s a positive sign.”
Molly barked, trotted off down the road, then turned and barked again.