"You cannot be a hero without being a coward."


    - George Bernard Shaw


    Her voice echoed operatically as she spoke with a seductive tongue, “Why? You don’t trust me?”


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    Zoot. Zoon. Zoot. Zoon.


    Zoot. Zoon. Zoot. Zoon.


    Zoot. Zoon. Zoot. Zoon.


    Zoot. Zoon. Zoot. Zoon.


    The girl in white had disappeared from the classroom. Rooted in his spot, Tim stared at the approaching ‘man’ in fear and awe. Towering almost two heads taller, the Sawman was perhaps the most intimidating being Tim had ever faced. Even though the man’s eyes was hidden, Tim could not help but feel as if he was being summed up, scanned from head to toes.


    Zoot. Zun. Zoot. Zoon.


    And he fell. Through the floor. Whirling and spinning as his mind made feeble attempts to grasp the seemingly solid surrounding. His legs completely phased into the ground, followed shortly by his body and arm. Finally, as his face melts into the floor, he managed one last glance behind him to see the Sawman standing over him at the doorway of the classroom, ‘I will not be late’ being repeated in white on black behind him, before finally vanishing into the tiles.