Helen
And Jakey, thought Helen blearily. That poor kid… I wish I had gotten to him in time… She sighed, and forced herself to sit up straight.
“We follow them,” said Helen, trying to get her brain to function on all cylinders. “Tracking. All that stuff. When they camp, we sneak in. Something really…” she looked for the right word, but couldn’t find it. Yup, my brain is definitely stalled. She glanced at the Timmy, and wrinkled her nose.
“Don’t bleed so much,” she muttered finally, giving up on the whole ‘conscious’ thing. “It’s bad for…” she yawned. “Something. I dunno.” And with that, she slumped to the ground, completely unconscious.
