Snippet #1233587

((Well, I was going to be a french person (striped shirt, fashion scarf, beret, etc...) but I changed my mind and decided to stay home. I actually came down with a rather nasty sore throat, so I'm glad I am. And btw, here's something sort of funny: the county I live in apparently has a law that doesn't allow people to trick or treat on Sundays, so my neighborhood is doing it tonight.))

"Goodbye."

Al glared at the man as he left. As soon as their captor closed the door, however, he rushed over to Sander's side. The poor werewolf was huddled up against the wall curled up in a ball. His glazed eyes stared at an unknown monster, the source of his insecurities. "Come on Sander, wake up!" Al said sternly, shaking his friend's shoulders. When that had no effect, he tried snapping by Sander's ears. Then came a variety of simple and advanced healing spells, all of which had no effect.

"Dammit!" Al growled in frustration. "Why can't I help him?!"